An Open Conversation

Too much to say and yet these lips haven’t spoken,

It’s these monstrous eyes and these ideas are awoken,

With their stares and their judgements all pointed at me

At last they keys on the board are my adventurous token

To freedom. My thoughts are at last loud enough to be heard,

To be seen, to be felt, to be cuddled and churned

To be mixed with your feelings and bring them about

At last my small voice and next is your turn

I needed a way to communicate a sadness inside

The anger, the loss no longer relieved if I cried

And to show how excited I was if they knew

That being myself was something I held with pride

I really just needed to make others listen,

I can see the glisten in their eyes with my words on a mission

If these words just lined up perfect enough to appeal

Nothing else would catch their ears and I’d win by omission

The reward is their hearts, their undivided opinion

To be away from societal rule and dominion

I needed an open space to be myself and let them too

Be open with me until the poem was done.