Alike Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Vacuuming thoughts and feelings, packaging them nicely in
folders of poetry.

Setting them aside as future references of what I once felt
inside.

Afraid of feeling what is written down, putting it on pages,
in books to keep it far away from me.

Someone comes along, reading the words and wanting me to
discuss them - I don't like to, because the feelings then
swim to the surface not letting me ignore them.

When the hurting gets too much, I run and hide in a secret
place inside and no one knows I'm doing it.