My words

When I sit to write at night

I always feel like I need be deep

Insightful

Raw

That a piece of my soul needs to bleed

Needs to heal

Needs to reveal

I have written myself into a corner

I don’t know what to say.

My shareable secrets have been spoken

Debated

Devulged

Therapeutic truths

Imagined, exaggerated glimpses

Take a feeling blow it up

Anything goes it’s the truth

Reach the masses, to inspire a few

With my Words

.

.

.

Photo courtesy of Pinterest

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s