Thank You, Thank You, Thank You

Thanks for taking time to read The stories which reside in me. Poetry provides a stage Where fact and fiction dance and play. Light is gorgeous, Darkness, too, As are color’s vivid hues. I often write in crimson red To exorcise thoughts in my head; I feel exposed but still I share, Craft my phrases with great care. The words are often birthed in tears, Unveiling, hurting, rousing fear. Coughed up razors make me bleed, But once released, I feel so free.