My Heart Has Made A Home On My Sleeve Poem by shannon wright

real or imagined
the slight is in the air
seemingly buoyed by my inability
to seize upon it for show.

I am crazed once more
and you feed the shadows
with words that hide
behind your gate of clenched teeth.

this game of “hide your feelings”
is not my forte,
not up to my standards
nor my taste

you will find my heart
has made a home on my sleeve
while your emotions
are little cowards that flee.

4-21-08