That Which is Written (a poem)
Though starkly intimidated
perhaps overly concerned
with what others think
still I reach out to you
Creativity in search of comfort
Though starkly intimidated
perhaps overly concerned
with what others think
still I reach out to you
Creativity in search of comfort
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
The giggle induced din
engulfed the room in waves
splashing against each wall
with its ever expanding
joyful chatter
If I open up and share
all my struggles, all my shame
Will it reach the others
giving hope, replacing pain?
Wearing my mask,
you see what I let you.
Only showing,
what is acceptable.
I hold back the pain,
pretend it’s all roses.
Never let you see,
what’s under the surface.
a fork in the road actually represents five choices.
We can go forward in one clear direction or the other.
We can go back the way we came.
We can sit right where we are and remain comfortable…
We all have weakness, strengths and abilities.
How we handle them can make all the difference.
Ever feel like that little kid
with their hands over their eyes,
hiding in plain sight?
It’s funny how something as innocent as a mirror
can be the downfall of so many people.
I thought that I would sit down, and write just how I feel,
but right now, this point in time, nothing seems quite real.
© 2009-2026 E.L. Redwine