My works - the little pieces of my heart

My works - the little pieces of my heart,
My tiny bits of self in a shape of art,
They can be seen as mere artistic lies,
Yet they are truth, however in disguise.

For every single word I write is true –
To my intentions, to myself,
To you.
That is my manner, be it wrong or right –
I either write the truth or do not write.

My soul lies on the paper,
Very bare,
Despite the fancy garments it may wear.
It is exposed for everyone to read
And find the peace and comfort one may need.

I write to free my thoughts and not to please,
Yet someone else’s pain my words may ease.
One thousand hearts can mend one broken heart –
That is the very essence of my art.