My Thoughts Disclosed
I wish to speak, and yet
I am afraid.
Do I yet dare to open up my heart,
And say the things that press upon my mind,
Opening myself to ridicule,
Knowing that laughter may be my only reply?
Or suppose I say it wrong,
And what I mean is clouded by what I say,
And as I speak I see disapproval
Lurking in the eyes of the people
Whose approval I long to obtain?
Instead, I find a pen,
Or let my fingers play over the keys,
And what I think finds expression in the written word.
I open up my heart,
Emotions tumble out,
I write what I could never say
Aloud.
Peace comes as I write;
And I think perhaps,
Someday,
My writing may be found,
And my thoughts may find an echo
In another’s soul
That will reverberate on
And on
Forever. . . .