I have nothing to get off my chest.
No confessions to make.
Every poem is a clean slate,
I feel and then I create.
Many poems I have yet to share,
I take my time to refine and prepare.
Such horrid feelings with a positive note.
I have to admit, I love what I wrote.
My heart loudly sings my story of violence,
No power on earth can keep me in silence.
For now I share my self explorations,
Inner journey, doubts, affirmations.
Building up strength to emerge, self expose.
I am a phoenix, from the ashes I rose.