Hiding

So often I hide

all that is within me:

the passion, the tears,

the love, the fears.

To express feeling is to live

as well as to die.

Passion implodes

within my soul

demanding to be recognized

though nowhere to go.

It's easier to hide

and pretend

that we fit

until our eyes

meet another

who does not wish

to hide.

And our soul 

reaches out

hoping, praying

to be accepted. 

 Copyright V. Rose 1999