Where does it come from? And why it stays there.

A friend of mine asked why I am afraid of showing my friends some of my poems. This is the reply I wish I had given him at the time. I had originally told him that I am afraid of what they might think. Maybe i will show him this poem...

It starts in my heart.
And travels to my brain.
Where it is over-processed.
It can stay there for as long as it would like.
When it is ready it goes back to my heart.
Then it can go to several places.
It can go back to my head and be trapped there forever.
It can sprint out my mouth and become a horrible choice in words.
Or it can flow out my fingers in to a poem of love.
A poem that if you really read it you would know the real me.
My poetry is me soul.
It is where I am the most vunerable.

 

That is why you, my friend, do not read them.
I trust you but I am scared.
Scared of giving you these works of passion.
Scared of the judgement.
I have shown my work to people I thought would understand.
And they laughed.
Laughed at me and my work.
Laughed at the feelings that I had poured in to it
They made me think it was worthless.
I wanted to burn them.
To make them disapear.
But when someone comes along who understands,
They see it all.
They see all the passion of my soul that is poured into them.

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[Glenna.]

THIS IS MY FAVORITE, NICOLE!

I reallllllly like it. :D

[bluessadmood]

But someone came along and he did understand,and did see it all
They saw all the passion of the soul; that I poured into them
One thing I always knew ,You should never fear to write what you feel
No mater what if you were in this job of writing,even if vulnerable as you say
then expose it all..you may feel weak ,but its this beauty that will show you so strong
you should not hide or keep inside anything you want to say or come to mind
its just your thoughts are not yours anymore,its for all to see,enjoy and learn
again if you are in this job of writing..you will know that soon ,I am sure
lovely write