My Treasure Chest

I love the camaraderie in this group,

and all your understanding;

I feel at ease, and peaceful here ~

For no one is demanding.

A poets' thoughts are dreams

of words, colored with emotion;

sad descriptions of  war's horror,

flound'ring ships upon the ocean.

I spread my feelings on the ground,

as if they were a cloak;

I wrap my heartache all around,

and the flames of passion stoke.

Don't you feel as if you're naked?

How can you write the things you do?

Yes, I lay bare the soul of me;

When I share my thoughts with you.

I trust you not to laugh at me,

to be honest, with some tact;

a poem is an inner prayer ~

a feeling more than fact.

A poet's life is angst and woe,

sometimes, by nature, blest.

Each of you is a jewel that shines

within my treasure chest.

© Christina 9-22-05