Almost afraid
to grip the pen
and read what truths
it has to tell.
What dreams it would
describe to me,
the nightmares I know
all too well.
It seems to speak
the language of
my inner self,
my shadow.
Whispering things
onto the page
that I’m not sure
that I know.
Almost afraid
to read the words
and see what has
been written.
What secrets told,
what dreams unfold
that I had forbidden.
Another serenade
from my subconscious.
Wave “Hello”,
you should know
it isn’t obvious
who’s writing this,
even though I hold the pen,
the words appear
but I don’t always
recognize them.
Almost afraid
to admit
it could be me
living out these dreams,
lost on a silent sea,
and reaching out to you
by whatever means.
Almost afraid
that you will read
all of my fears,
all of my needs.
Strange,
how you can see
every letter
and still not hear me.
I’m almost afraid
you’ll get it
before I’m ready.
HG – 2021
