Saturday, May 28, 2005

Hiding something

Should I tell you?
Open up to you the hidden things
Or keep them enclosed
Safely resting inside.

But I think you know.
I think you can see my hands clenched behind my back
Fearful to open up to you
The things I’ve found.

I’m afraid you’ll take them from me
And throw them away in a fit of rage.

Let’s not be like that
Let's both open our hands
And show one another.

5 comments:

Lorcan said...

Oh yes... lor

Rach said...

wow

postliberal said...

Not a mention of quakerism or physchology in sight ;P so I feel safe to drop by and say that's a lovely little confessional - and a spirit I have a lot of sympathy with, by experience.

Contemplative Activist said...

Darling if you want to do a PhD in it you had better learn to spell it :P

P s y c h o l o g y

postliberal said...

I had a feeling you'd notice that, somehow! Anyhow, it's not as if I'm going to be a proper one - simply an interloper from the land of gardeners ;)