Written during last night’s open mic…

Sometimes it does seem that way
when songs of despair form verse
and the secrets of imperfect hearts lay bare
their imperfections and hesitations
to the coffeehouse floor

These are the very things
I have tried to leave behind
on my travels through the printed page
while leaving a trail to help you find me
should I get lost along the way

(30 September 2015—posted October 1st)