My poetry is my soul upon display
For all the world to see
It shows the scars that I keep hidden
How my heart is broken and bleeds  

Displays the truths I cannot tell
   Shows that my soul is a living hell  

It is broken and scattered
To the four winds of time
It is painful and bitter
   All of it mine  

   My soul is living    
But barely so
It cries to the heavens
         To bring me home        

When you read my poetry  
Please read it with care
Handle it gently
Judge me fair