I used to talk and write
About being forgotten and lost
My path brought me to my knees
Did it not?
The poems were moments of
Silence...
...
And descriptions of the turbulence
Within
Of movement
Where I'd dig deeper

A dog
Eagerly looking for buried bones
In forgotten moments
That passed by within the blink of my inner eye

But never have I described
The walk I walk
Never have I shown you
My vulnerability
Because I love her as dearly
And protect her behind my masks
And silence

Maybe another time
A different poem
When I no longer fear your rejection
Maybe when I no longer crave your acknowledgement
But find fulfillment in my own

Will I show you
The wisdom of that small child inside me
Who carries a closed book titled potential
Maybe then..
Will I show you
For now I'll hide it in my words.