So I use poetry to express myself, to write down what I feel inside but can't quite find the strength to say out loud face to face, make it real or mean something. I don't want to let people down. It's normally about experience, love, sexuality and grief. Sometimes its about tree's or nature, but not very often. Someone told me once I could do this. So maybe I will gave a go. But remember its to get me out, on a page. Perhaps I will meet this person one day and then I can write about butteflies but for now let me be me, criticize and complement, help me but please don't judge me.

B x