Inside My Heart

I write because I feel.
Sometimes it’s my way of keeping it real.
It’s my way of expressing my love,
My hurt, my pain and confusion.
My heart is so full of words;
Many of them will never be heard.
I want to share my heart with others,
But it is so hard to let them look in,
Because there is so much so deep within.
Sometimes the tears won’t flow,
But the words will fall like snow.
The pain will surface in a sentence,
And the guilt will cause repentance.
The anguish will surface on the page,
And the grief will move to a new stage.
The anger will show on my face,
Clear as when the day breaks.
The happiness and joy will come out.
Maybe one day I will shout,
All of my troubles to the world,
But for now they remain in a book,
For anyone else to look.
You can read me thru my poems,
Because they cut straight down to my loins.
I want to open up my heart and let the world look in,
But I only want you to see Christ within.