Open Up

Put it into words.
Bare your soul with your pen.
Make it your cure
Because you’ll always need a voice
Even when you’re all choked up
People don’t need to see
All your pain and suffering
But you might like to believe
Someone took the time to read it
Just to know you inside-out
Despite the bitterness and despite the struggle
Sometimes it may feel
Like you’re wasting your time
Then someone will tell you
Your story helped them through
Your insight was inspiring
And they won’t have to know
You just laid your soul down
After a night tormented
By guilt
Or disillusionment
By fear
Or excessive truth.
Something will make it worth everything
All the tears you cried or hid.
All the words you screamed or swallowed
Because when all the doors slammed in your face
You drew yourself a window
And jumped.

It seemed like an appropriate piece to start with...Let me say this once and never again: Don't let me catch you making assumptions about what I meant or what happened to make me write these things. If you want the background ask. If I don't answer you, insist. After that you're free to turn my words into whatever you want them to mean. Understood? I hope so.

As for "Iris in Exile", let's say a certain site has fallen out of favor with me and my alias, so here we are.