Life’s blood flows, from heart to virgin page of white,
This part of me I give, expose this to the light.
Simply words, memories folded and kept,
Draw what you will, your meaning I accept.
Small pieces of me, reside in rhythm and rhyme,
Excised and presented, just a little at a time.
On a hopeful chance that some may read,
These chosen words, then I concede.
That you and I will always see
The silent beauty that poetry can be.