Hiding Who I Am Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hiding Who I Am



Looking for somewhere to go, wanting to be alone to do
what I love, having every chance along the way.

Feeling the beat of the drums stalking me interiorly,
giving tempos the measures where they will run forever.

Keeping me hidden and closely beside intellect, only
trying to write and hiding who I am from the rest of
the world.

Friday, December 18, 2015
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