trying to find the right words,
words that mask or conceal,
my mind immediately flashes to
an aspect of life that little can be revealed.

green leaves, peekaboo rays of light
through the shade of an old oak tree,
such things are familiar,
easily relatable, and bare nothing about me.

i don’t want the world knowing,
what goes on in my head, so
i’ll write about nature
when I’m forced to pick up a pen.

but someday, i want to share myself with someone,
let them know the inner workings of my head.
but right now, i’m not ready,
i share scenes of nature instead.

and i’ll continue to write about the birds hopping along sidewalks
and squirrels dancing among the brush,
until i can open up to others,

do away with my hush.