This is not a poem.

I’m just… checking in?

I’ve been writing secretly,

My creations done on whim.

Perhaps I’ll put them here.

I’ll admit, that I’m quite scared

To have my thoughts so bared.

Pieces of my heart, my soul,

Cast out into the world

While I’m feeling… not quite whole?

But nothing ventured, nothing gained,

And something tells me not to keep them locked away…