"33" (in honor of my birthday on 12/17/1976)

i've lived these 33 years of life walking on eggshells
feeling like hellwriting heavenly verses like these for years.......
wanted to quit at one time because the stress felt like too much.........
but they say that a poet's best work is done under pressure....
and in a way....they're right......
writing much about my life and my feelings........not making up a lot....
as some say that i'm young still....with an old soul.......
never knew what that meant......
but from year 1....plus 32.......
every poem becomes new to my soul.....like a baby's only baptism......
the pen is like the water cleansing me of my anger and frustration.......
and before the next 10 years come around.....i hope to tour the nation.......
letting my heart bleed through the pen and then......you..
the listener......
the reader.....
know more about me....the abuse
misuse.....
and other things.....that flooded my mind
even at this wonderful age.......even at 33........