Sometimes when

I write a poem

there is something in it

that floods my psyche

and brings a tear to my eye

the words

expressed upon a page

seized by emotion

I feel exhausted at the end

as if my soul was torn away

and left out in the open

I get up from my desk

drained and unsteady

I hesitate in walking

as if I had just come back

from the experience

weakened

without clothes

all my life exposed.