I Brought It To You

I Brought It To You

 

Rare treasures of creativity,

refined pearls of my mind,

the condensation of my soul,

in dew-dropped letters.

Neat,

crisp, clean,

captured on this page.

 

Holding my moment,

My being,

My excitement,

My glee.

Half a page

of my poetry.

 

I brought it to you:

My pirate’s treasure,

Rescued

from the depths

of my being;

Retrieved,

through ink and time,

battle and rhyme.

 

My inner treasure hunt;

and I found the jewels

held in my heart, my chest,

now displayed under protection,

on this page.

Each stanza rich in passion,

in the sparkling beauty of newfound creation.

 

I brought it to you.

 

“Look at what I found,

hidden in the depths

of my being.

I’m so excited.

Please won’t you read.”

 

“That’s nice my angel.

Maybe later, sweetheart.

I’m busy now.”

 

Convicted pirate.

Silent torture.

Drop the pen.

Burn the paper.

 

There’s no such thing

as treasure

anyway.

Bury it.