On the page for all to see,
the words and thoughts of me,
are these words winners for the page,
do they deserve to be on stage?

Self doubt clouds in and rains,
my emotions are all strained,
struggling with paper and pen,
want them to be liked and to win!

With the first word written down,
on my face a solemn frown,
concentrating to do my best,
just writing, ignore the rest.

Stanzas, rhymes or free verse,
are these good or are they cursed,
self reflection, hear the voices,
all of these though, are MY choices!

Poems finished and on the page,
some filled with fun, others rage!
Some romance or natures beauty,
others about a redhead cutie.

No matter the content, they're from me
out there now, for all to see.
Some will hate, others love,
some will say its from above.

My soul on paper, bled in ink,
you have read it, what do you think?
Did it touch you, or leave you flat?
I think I will stop with that