Release

A reticent, budding girl,

Pushes all her jumbled feelings down,

But while composing, her thoughts begin to swirl,

 no longer enduring emotional drown.

 

At times when nobody listened,

She seized her fresh pen,

Only a few words down, her smile glistened,

Proud to leave her mind open.

 

Now you may say it’s not perfect,

But that’s the point-it’s never intended to be,

To her it’s always worth it,

 To wear her heart on her sleeve.

This poem is about: 
Me

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