Sometimes
Sometimes they crawl out – without permission,
Others rush out – in admission.
Some stay behind – frightened to come out,
Others make a hell of a noise – as they scream and shout.
Sometimes I pull them back in
Not willing to let go,
Others reluctantly – are beginning to show.
Sometimes I ignore them – pretending unheard,
Sometimes I fake silence – absurd.
Sometimes I keep them – locked in,
Not wanting to feed them – afraid of what’s in.
Now, I like who I am – I trust them much more,
I trust those around me – some I adore.
Now I let them out – more and more,
Not afraid of them – something life has taught.
Now I can show you – and let you hear
My thoughts.
Steve Collins, 2008.
