I COULDN’T TALK ABOUT IT SO I WROTE A POEM

I COULDN’T TALK ABOUT IT SO I WROTE A POEM I couldn't talk about it, so I wrote a poem Struggling to let my emotions finally flow Out into the world where others may read My words that being so bright may even blind Not only others but also my natural reserve The feelings and thoughts that explode in me Cascading down onto the ever busier page Will in some way take root and maybe grow Yet somewhere quiet, at the back of my brain Despite my heart trying to shout out loudly That one miniscule seed of lingering doubt Whispers caution to the free spirit of verse Such that, as always, I review and even edit To ensure what may survive outside of me Deserves even a modest place in the world