my life in letter

To whom I speak to: 

Ah yes, I am who?  

Why welcome reader please sit, stay a while won’t you? 

Listen to the story within our hearts, 

 it may please you, to know your darkest secrets within you. 

To the ones we hold dear and the ones we hold in fear,  

Why do we refuse to unlock our hearts, 

 and tell the fear they’re not the dear. 

Maybe because they were once the dear and your eyes and mind are now blinded, 

While your heart knew, and you won’t let it through 

To tell you the truth. 

To the one who is missed and to the ones who has gone 

Have they been able to see all along  

We are silent as we keep our hearts shut  

As they say the youngsters now and days they keep their heart on lock 

Way back then our hearts used talk,  

We didn’t keep them locked  

We let them free, because we listen to what was deep inside. 

We may not have spoken the sounds but words still reach the one we want it to.  

The joyous feeling of relief knowing that the truth has been set free 

Any weight can be lifted  

From the smile on my face after to the tears on the page 

With the love or sincerely