You were wondering if I wrote a poem
In which I did
But I'll choose to hide
Until you least expect it
I've written a few
But I will keep them kept from you
Until I know they apply
When you read them you will know why
You being 1000 miles away
Means I can speak my mind
And not suffer consequence
Still I fear of judgement
You yourself a writer
You yourself a poet
Who has his struggles
Who meets dead ends
Knows of the journey made by words
So let that be the journey
And see where it goes