My Soul

(written November 2, 2008)

My soul is on display on the table next to me.
My fears shake out from my hands.
Self-exposure and self-expression are
much the same thing.
And my first book of poems is both.

I write and I write until I have no more to say,
For now.
And now I'm putting all that writing together--
A progression, a story of growing up.

My first book of poems is both
Self-expression and self-exposure.
And my hands shake out my fears,
Because the table displays my soul.