Ready to Bare My Heart and Soul Again

I came down from the hills with a clear empty mind

Rinsed out my brain and left my worries behind

Four days in the deep woods, no power…no phone

Curled up by the woodstove with my demons alone

In the city its April they say the beginning of spring

At my cabin it was still winter and no red robins did sing

I kept a fire burning I fished speckled trout through the ice

I could even hear myself singing, that’s always ever so nice

You know I took a bottle of rum in case I needed to deaden the pain

Its now home on my bar and it still fill all the same

I wrote with pen and paper, new poems by the score

Ashamed to admit it most went through my stove’s door

Now I’m ready once more to take on the world’s best

So put me in poet coach my work will pass any old test

My heart may be scarred but it still knows how to care

My soul’s passionate nature I once more will lay bare

So thank you to all who wished me will in the past

Thank you to friends in the den ballots cast

Sometimes writers hurt dearly it’s the price we must pay

To send the world our written canvasses and have our say.