Poetry from my core

Over this holiday period I have written a few poems. I didn't set out to write them, and when I'm trying to sleep they usually come, so I have to write.

Here is one for you:

My Truth

It’s my truth, it’s how it’s got to be, I can’t help the fact that you can’t see.

You can’t see my joy, 

You never saw my pain, 

I need to be me and live from this strain.

Ever tried fitting in, it just doesn’t work. 

You have to find your own truth, see how to fly,

Or there will come a time where life has passed you by.

I hope one day you will see what has passed you by,

The person being true , who has gone on to fly.

To fly , to sore, to become. Like the Phoenix from the flames they have shone.