Is it dreaded humility
Or sense of fear
Which force my poems
To remain so obscure
Nobody knows
Just my hands and eyes
'bout these words that flow
From thoughts in my mind
Will they joke and laugh
Having fun at my expense
Causing tears and pain
And rejection to commence
These are the thoughts
Which I cannot relieve
If only one person
In me, would believe
I could open my wings
Learn how to fly
Show who I am
Let others inside
I pray, someday
Boldly I'll try
'til then I will write
For strangers and I
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
Is it dreaded humility
Or sense of fear
Which force my poems
To remain so obscure
Nobody knows
Just my hands and eyes
'bout these words that flow
From thoughts in my mind
Will they joke and laugh
Having fun at my expense
Causing tears and pain
And rejection to commence
These are the thoughts
Which I cannot relieve
If only one person
In me, would believe
I could open my wings
Learn how to fly
Show who I am
Let others inside
I pray, someday
Boldly I'll try
'til then I will write
For strangers and I
I have just begun writing poetry, and it makes me extremely nervous to show anyone my work. I suppose that is why I like this site. I can receive feedback from complete strangers while being able to express my inner feelings, which I keep hidden from friends and family.