killing it

putting my heart where my pen is
a piece of me in black and blue
emotions inside , waiting for release
splash of sentiments, of every hue
my pen has become my mouth piece

tongue tied, seen but never heard
withdrawn, shy, I am an introvert
buried in my books, I am called a nerd
frustration, negativity, I did convert
notes quivering like song of a bird

writing helpes to ease the pain
liberation of pent up passion
calming my senses, tranquility gain
fashioning a poetic creation
flowing ink, an emotional drain

I can see the writing on the wall
I have taken the bull by the horns
In life’s promenade I now walk tall
pathways maybe strewn with stones, thorns
I no longer stumble and fall

quintain Sicilian
ababa