Utterances spoken in truth and from my heart...

My words appear to have gone away,
seeks within to convey a message today.
I've written much throughout the years,
some written about blood shed and tears.

Poems coming from the core of my soul,
memories once alive and now lays cold.
Papers of numerous now soiled and tattered,
words hold meaning and important matters.

Utterances spoken in truth and from my heart,
my pen holds secrets...I'll never depart.
I tuck them deep inside my cranial safe,
where they'll remain in a secure place.

Kept writes hold treasures readers will never know,
it's up to me to decide if I want to let them go.
the hush-hush I hold lingers inside...
leaving me with emotions I don't want to hide.

My pen is sincere, it speaks to show instead of tell,
countless things exist inside to evolve and to dwell.
One day my pen will use strokes to bring a new life,
fresh narratives, scenery, metaphors, and the likes.

I'll rise above the hum-drum of my past writes,
conveying new topics and things readers will like.
I'll soar above the earth like an eagle on a mission,
penning and showing others as I release tensions.