Here are to the poems I cannot publish!
The poems so intimate, so raw, 
It would be as if I sliced myself 
Open with my pen,
And used my own blood as ink,

Here are to the poems I dare not share,
You are no less worthy than the others,
Each word a rare pearl that I string together
To make a splendid yarn of truth,
I’m sorry,for some truths 
Are too heavy to shoulder,

Here are to the unfinished poems 
Whose lines are left dangling in the air, 
The ones not yet grounded in punctuation, 
Or thoughts are left tucked away 
In a hope chest in a lost corner of my brain,

Here are to the poems 
I deem unworthy to publish, 
Its not you, its me, 
I feel unworthy to reign in your power, 
And share your wisdom with the world,

I am trying to do better, 
You deserve better than to 
Be wielded from my mouth, 
Or my pen, or my keyboard,
I will endeavor to be worthy 
Of the gift bestowed upon me 
By the Lord God Almighty,
You deserve the best of me

     ~ By Hyacinth Hale