The thought of doing this is mad, I’m kind of scared yet, somewhat glad.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Is it the feeling of letting people in? These poems are not just any old writing,
However, my emotions and mental state, yet I’m so quick to open the gate.
This is not for a fortune, but to help those lost reconnect and retune.
My thoughts and feelings may help someone, make their first move and be done.
It’s just scary I guess; being out in the open, revealing my life to over a dozen,
but this feels so right I can’t be scared; I will be one of the odd few that dared,
dared to be different in this life of sin, I can either learn or win.
There’s only two ways about it. I’ll take it slow bit by bit.
I’m rich already so that’s not what I crave. I want to experience, live and be happy before my grave.
My bodies a vessel but my soul will live on; keep a good karmic bank account as life goes on.
Stay well, stay hungry with all your might
And one day we will get everything right.
-D. Edwards | www.pain2poetry.com