I am a poet Part:2

I have come to notice myself 
better naked.  
Exposed in my feelings 
Im soulless; so empty 
it’s a journey to be or not to be a poet
it’s a destiny
its bittersweet 
Being poetic is not for the weak
I pour out my soul to find me. 
It’s darkness in your journey 
you go through day by day 
trying to find peace. 
Sometimes we grow 
At times we not woke. 
I am a poet because I let my heart spoke.