When you ask to see
my poetry,
You do not realize,
That you are asking me to share
my soul,
my pain,
my truth.
And while yes,
I so desperately
want to share with you.
My insecurities and doubts,
keep me locked and guarded.
They keep me unwilling
to let my audience
my, 'you'
interpret and digest
my written words.
Tell me,
How can I open myself up,
that much -
to a stranger -
Someone who does not know
my voice,
my charisma,
my complete,
and perfected ability
to be
"completely fine"
Despite what I write.
I do not know how,
I am supposed to share,
With you,
With no shame.
-{R.M.}
