The thoughts I can not say aloud
words no soul but mine can know,
drip from pencil to the page
in an endless painful flow.
The thoughts that feel they must escape,
but I do not dare speak them aloud.
Find thier home in print on page
where they never draw a crowd.
Self expression through written word
is the only peace that I can trust
Therapy through my poetry
Where my words never feel rushed
Finally I can take a breath.
As the thoughts are set in ink,
the voices in my mind go silent,
for a moment I can think.
These poems hold the truest parts of me
that nobody else can ever know
Thoughts that found there safest place
that they alone may call their home.
My notebook knows me better
I think, than I may know myself.
And I am certain that it knows me deeper,
than does anybody else.
None in my life, not friend or family
will ever know me like you do.
So I thank you members of hello poetry,
for allowing me
to share my poems
with you.