Irony in Spades

I don’t plan on what I want to write.

I let my thoughts go everywhere

and then nowhere.

I don’t know how good

or bad

my writings will be

because I jut let the muse over take me.

My poems are not always about me

but when they are

it hurts opening up about my pain

my stupidity

or my joy.

The irony is

in order to heal

I often hurt in the process.