My Truth

If only

it was ok to say 

what I feel

aloud. 

But faces turn

twisted,

confused,

afraid-

of pure unfiltered emotion. 

Now my words,

written, 

are my voice, 

my truth,

my soul. 

My heart is safe

on paper.

Presented to all

if they choose 

to explore. 

For I 

now,

can call my love

my hurt, 

my joy, 

art. 

It is word,

it is me,

it is my expression,

poetry.