My Poetry

Out of Practice

I've written about two hundred poems

It's difficult to track the exact number

But I've written about two hundred over the years

Yet I still cannot be as straight forward as I desire

I'm always afraid of the reaction I'll receive

Or what havoc it could cause my controlled chaos

I'm a skilled worrier, it's in my blood

It's the reason I learned how to dance

Around the harshest criticism on my tongue

And write the most complicated poem in my mind

A weight would be lifted from my shoulders by being blunt

Cutting straight to the point

Avoiding the flowery language

And being open about why my fingertips race across the keyboard

Typing the newest confession of emotion or thought

Rather than using my out of practice ability of honesty