When I am afraid
I hide in myself
In my room
In the gloom
Of my wooden bookshelves
In my notebooks
The lined brook
That seems lost behind trees
The waves iced in winter
Now sings with the spring
I hide in such color
The blue, inky mess
The secret obsessions
Only pens dare confess
I can free all my fury in one flow of rhymed lines
I can see all my failures and the death of lost time
I know now that words who dare sit 'pon my tongue
Must be said through my fears and a mouth that goes numb
For words can be quiet when glazed over by fear
Tears fall in silence to a closed, happy ear
No problem 'comes solved
No truth is sought out
'Till that voice,
That small voice,
Screams out all its doubt
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