Poetry: A Time To Express in Creative Writing

A Time To Express
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I often express
What I feel inside.
I always try my best
To be filled with pride.

Sometimes that pride is shattered
And filled with betrayal.
Sometimes my trust is broken;
Sending me o’er the rail.

When I sleep at night,
I dream about those who are dear to me.
I walk lightly through dreams
Until I must flee.

I run from myself –
While not all that fast;
Half from fear;
Half to keep from being last.

Maybe I wear my fear on my sleeve.
Maybe I don’t.
Maybe the excitement will make me leave –
Maybe it won’t.

© 2001, Joe Jenkins