Poetry
The secret written life of me

Not always so secret
But it's always mine to keep yet

I love to write
In the quiet times at night

When thoughts wonder around
But it's just me and four walls around

So I use keyboard clicks and clacks
To say "Hey world" and talk back

It's this secret life
That calms my strife

To write what I want to hear
In a way more to my heart more near

I'm more vulnerable in a way
But not up close, so it's okay

I show all sides of me
Some hurt, some are happy and free

But most of all it's me on the page
Where who I am is hard to gauge

I can talk about life in rhymes
Only revealing a bit of me at a time

Where I can say enough to feel relieved
And make my current thoughts feel eased

There's nothing like it
For me, I must admit

I love typing so very fast
As words keep flying past

Leaving my mind and my fingers
Onto a page where they may linger

For all to see and read
But mostly by those who feel my same need

Not by only those who know me
That's why it's my liberty

I like the sharing
But without all the world caring

A few care and I find that neat
But really it's for my own feat

For each poem is like a new "personal best"
And I love that feeling of triumph best