Release

A reticent, budding girl,

Pushes all her jumbled feelings down,

But while composing, her thoughts begin to swirl,

 no longer enduring emotional drown.

 

At times when nobody listened,

She seized her fresh pen,

Only a few words down, her smile glistened,

Proud to leave her mind open.

 

Now you may say it’s not perfect,

But that’s the point-it’s never intended to be,

To her it’s always worth it,

 To wear her heart on her sleeve.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741