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