I'm a closet poet and I know it
so I sit silently in the shadows of the village,
hoping my face doesn't show it.
So paralyzed with fear
I don't even try to prepare,
Instead, I just sit there, thinking...
I should be up there...
But I just don't know if I'm ready to share.
Maybe I'm stingy in part,
definitely shy at heart
I'm sure I can do it,
I just don't know where to start.
So until I build up my courage...
I'll just keep all I have in storage.
Copyright (c) 2008 Ms. A.T.L.S.
This year, I'm coming out of the shadows. Promise.
Yours Truly,
The Writer
