Tightly I cling to every word that I write 

No space lies between the pen and myself 

The contents spill across perfect lines 

Shifting focus from the world around me to my interior universe 

Seeing letters form words is a sweet release 

It’s been said that I carry no emotion inside this small frame of mine 

I’ve never heard such nonsense

Fools see only the surface, never behind the reflection 

If they knew the feelings I harbor inside this quite careless composure 

If they read what you see here 

Felt my beating heart 

Analyzed my thoughts 

They’d cry out for redemption

The ability to write gives creativity a voice 

A place of no hiding behind stoic features 

Learning to be open is difficult 

But at the tip of a pen I’m offered a space of self expression