Exposed Is My Hiding Place Poem by Sandra Dodd

Kernels of thought take root somewhere in my dreams
At the instant I awake, audaciously I take to my pen
before my mind persuades my heart never to begin
At a twinkling of my day expression sparks inside
I stop the work I was purposed for to recognize rushing of the words
Sentiments of beauty fears passions struggles shortcomings sins
seep into consciousness, like the magic mirror on my inner walls,
exposing me from within

Embryonic phrases conceived to grow to be whatever they will be
fissured thoughts flow together as a poem, I begin to breathe
emotion ever nearer, plotting verse devotes me to the stranger that I seek to know
A woman I forget comes from her hiding place to speak in honest prose
In those moments I cannot refute the notions are surely mine
Exposed is my hiding place, for on the page from myself, I can never hide