There was something hidden in the corner
of some place I couldn't touch.
I heard it move. I felt it.
But everyday I let it be.
I let it grow.
I let it live.
I let it find a new place to hide.
Maybe I am too afraid to find out what it is
that hides in the back of my mind.
Or maybe I'm too scared that I'll miss having one secret
that I could keep from myself.