My Poetry

I go back to the beginning
When my art was born
And everything was so new
So raw
So...
Alive

I go back to the beginning
Born out of sorrow and heartache
Stretched in a million directions
And no one could make sense of my life
Most of all
Me

I go back to the beginning
And today I realized
That this became a haven
A safe place
Away from my fear
Of
Wearing an emotion on my sleeve
Emotions are for private
Tears of for solo car rides
And thoughts
Are for poetry

I think that I made it all up
There is no place in the world
For these thoughts of mine
I just hide them under blank stares
And notforlong empty sheets

This is my crazy
This is my sanity
My poetry