A while ago I lost my way
My thoughts and feelings… left untouched
I built a wall to hide them
My self expression diminished
Who did I become?
I became lost…and alone
For what reason?
I feared my thoughts would never be heard
If I wrote a poem who would listen?
Why would they want to listen?
How could they help?
Poetry doesn’t need to be a cry for help
Neither does self expression
Since then…I’ve evolved
Poetry is no longer a cry for help
But merely a way to connect
To let others know they’re not alone
I’m also anxious…I’m also afraid
And I know I’m not alone