• My soul
    It used to be an open book
    ready for anyone to see

    But through the years
    of ridicule
    and reprimands

    It is firmly closed
    and locked away

    So I can't
    be shamed

    For the things
    that make me...
    me

    To keep me safe
    I did this

    but all that happened
    was an overflowing dam
    of pent up emotions

    And now the lock
    is broken

    The pages torn

    And the shaming
    begins anew
    as a torrent of rain

    drenching the pages of my soul