A Piece Of My Heart
All of us have our own secrets, within[
thoughts we’re unwilling to share;
most don’t even know where to begin;
to find someone to care.
It seems impossible, someone loves me;
I feel so lost and ashamed;
I’ve not even become what I want to be;
how can others ever be blamed.
I’ve always been my own worst critic;
fearful that others might see;
exposed to a personality that’s most acidic;
how could anyone love me?
For many years my thoughts were hidden;
I was uncomfortable in my own skin;
to prove myself worthy; I became driven;
I couldn’t allow love to enter in.
Now that I find myself growing old;
my love has filled my own heart;
that once skinny child; growing bold;
is resolved to make a new start.
In many ways; I’m still the same guy;
my love, inside; wants to come out;
although I’m passionate; I’m also shy;
tho my heart demands to shout.
No one will want me; my body is old;
my words share my love a la carte;
they’re the Master’s words of pure gold;
hidden in a piece of my heart.
Monty 12/20/24. # 2,523