I write a poem for every mood
I could write one about your shoe

I wrote a poem when you broke my heart
I wrote another when my life fell apart

I love to write about your smile
I seem to write best when I’m extremely tired

I wrote a poem for our darkest day
I wrote another when I walked away

I will write for class
I love to write while lying in the grass

I wrote of the clouds beneath our feet
I wrote of the world I wanted to keep

I see the future and write it down
I dreamed my death and write above the mound

I wrote to the ocean and to the sea
I wrote of birth and what will be


Open heart
Open mind
Pure soul

You request the freest kind
Be myself
No need for the mask

My dear souls
You cower in my true form
Abandon & judge

Yes, even you
All of you
Every time

So leave me with my mask
Accept the controlled
And I promise not to break the glass