Aug 2020
Hiding behind a closet door
Peering through the slats
Wondering if I should reveal my spot,
Or just stay hidden forever.
There’s always another way out
But that path is new.
The fear of it is irrational...
And so is my embarrassment.
Peering through the slats
Wondering if I should reveal my spot,
Or just stay hidden forever.
There’s always another way out
But that path is new.
The fear of it is irrational...
And so is my embarrassment.
I’ve never shared my poetry with anyone before, so it’s a bit embarrassing to post it for the world to see. Maybe “bit” is an understatement...
