Heart On My Sleeve – One Shot Poetry

always thought I was an open book

heart on my sleeve

every thought and emotion splashed

across my face and skin and voice

too open

a facade

now learning to open the true text

authentic, raw, real, unaltered

fear tears at my gut

shame nips at my heels

who am I to want

to try

to be

to create


digging in excavating truth is messy


devastatingly freeing

terrifyingly empowering

heart ever on my sleeve

(One-shot poetry is where I challenge myself to write first thoughts with minimal edits meant only for spelling)

Author: Aminda

Well, that is the question, isn't it? What if I don't actually know who I am. I have things I do, things I like. but are they who I am? Who knows. But that's what I'm here to figure out. Will the real Aminda please stand up? (Not you Slim Shady) Here's how I identify right now: Peace - Love - Punk - Rainbows BoardGamePlayin SciFiWatchin' BookReadin' Doghavin' PunkRockin' Meditatin' Nerdy/Hippy/Geeky Bipolar/ADHD Humanist/Feminist/Atheist Bi-Sexual/They/Them Mama

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