Bare

Bare

When a pen's in my hand,
my words are then freed.
As I convert them to ink,
they boldly define me.

They speak for who I am,
I can tell my ideals for free.
They explain me in rhyme,
as creativity thrives in me.

What was once in my eyes,
for all the world to read.
Blatantly in black and white,
Watch the print take the lead.

Words that would never pass my lips,
that express what I could never say.
These messages locked in a bottle,
bound frigidly on display.

Words meaning nothing to many,
even more so less to others.
My thoughts conveyed on paper,
a little bit of me uncovered.

Thank you mom, S. L. Stiles for all the help with uploading my poem. I you!