Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Simply Put

My words come out simple
brain, heart, soul, and pen
despite the pain behind each line
I fear my efforts are too thin

I am no Shakespeare, no Frost, nor Dickinson
I fail to be unique
I rarely leave my rhyming scheme
and when I do it's weak

But I'm not here to win a nobel prize
nor to be a poet laureate
I'm here to lay my demons down
because the truth can be exquisite

No more shame and no more lies
it begins with truth and acceptance
and if my story opens one eye
it's worth my lack of eloquence

(Written 2.24.15)

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