Can you really read these words and know what my heart is saying?

I know you’ll never understand how on my heart these matters were weighing.

So important. I couldn’t keep them inside.

I would have come undone if their significance (to me) I’d tried to hide.

Screaming to be released because for too long these feelings have wanted to be unleashed.

So close to my heart, many I’ll never allow another to read.

Just a vehicle, a way to allow my passion to be freed.

From where does it come?

It is just my life re-run.

Some question how good their writing may be.

Questions don’t arrise in my world because another can only judge from the paper they see.

So short sighted and just a glimpse at this.

Judgements surely skewed as critical parts are missed.

Life so complex, yet so real.

I want to break it down and its delicate pieces unveil.

Somewhat scared though to share intimate thoughts.

Perhaps understanding is not fully sought.

It is in these misunderstandings my heart may shatter.

Too many pieces to ever know what was the matter.