Here I do

I open my chest, and I lay my heart on the table before you
You can see it beating, you can touch it, you could prod it if you wanted to
I open my head and I lay my brain upon the table before you
You can see it thinking, pondering, searching, wondering and creating
I open my being and I lay my soul on the table before you
Now you know me, you know who I am; I am naked before you

For I am a poet, and to write, this is what I need to do
Fearless in my purpose, focused on my intention of telling my story
As this is what I do, this is all that I do. I tell stories
Of how I see life, oh how I see you, my understanding of living today
And the questions I wish were answered someday
Probing, trying to find the answers to questions that nobody asks

I ask you not for compliments, although they are welcome
Just as I welcome criticism, which often I appreciate even more
I am grateful that you have read my thoughts, I truly am
To hopefully have made you think a while, without any need to agree
I claim not to be right, nor embrace a position superior
But I simply exercise my right to voice my opinion, which here I do

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