PhobiaA Poem by ShafazThe fear of revealing one's self.I have nothing to say. No passion to speak of. No dreams to preach. No love to relay. So many times have I seen a man, a woman, a child stand up and speak, and recite poetry. Wonderful poetry from the heart. They put their soul their existence, their entirety into this piece. And I cannot do that. This ability to speak freely, to break down the walls and let the world see, all the dark misgivings and all the hidden truths many that I do not yet know of. I cannot allow that. I cannot do that. That is not me. How is that anyone? I ask, I wonder can people really let this invasion of privacy, this discomfort of the mind take a hold of their consciousness and pen these shadows on to paper? Black ink stains the sheets encoding it with meanings so deep and dark and personal and individual that I would not be myself if I were to let them out. These thoughts, they are spirits in a cage, locked with a key thrown away, to the far reaches of existence where no one will find them. Ever. These ideas, they are drops of rain leaking down the cracks in the sidewalk being stepped upon by numerous clothed limbs. They are hidden from view, where no one can see, can read, can note, can understand what they are meant to say. For these are my misgivings, that I am not prone to share. They are my thoughts behind a lock. And a key. © 2011 ShafazAuthor's Note
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