The Window To The Soul

The eyes are the windows to the soul

But I once had my shades pulled down

A mysterious individual difficult to figure

Masqueraded around town as a clown

Always been known as a jester at heart

But some say it's a cover, a facade

To hide this feeling of insecurity inside

Wouldn't allow my soul to be unclad

Well that most certainly used to be true

But poetry has allowed me to be me

Under the cover of this protected environment

It's allowed my true self to be free

The truth will out it's always been said

In my case it's proven to be so

Owe my appreciation to all my poet friends

And to Cathie, my wife, my soul

A new found confidence after many years

Not the person I started out to be

Feeling of freedom expressing my thoughts

Nonjudgemental, a feeling of free

The eyes, it's said, are the windows to the soul

No truer words have ever been spoken

Poetry has allowed me to forever be free

My long silence has now been broken