If I write a poem,
Would it show my abilities,
Expose my insecurities,
Illustrate my frailties,
Unveil me?
Would it reach hidden depths,
Tell secrets kept,
Or remain stealth?
One, some, all of the above?
Poetry is my therapy.
The paper is my counselor
As it catches the words of my tears,
Telling the story of my triumphs & fears,
Verbalizing my strengths and weakness.
Poetry is the truest me epitomized.
Doesn't judge me,
Persecute me,
Criticize me....
Taking me as I am.
What if I wrote a poem?
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