In The Shadows Poem by Max Reif

There was something I was thinking
in the shadows between
words that flowed from my pen,

it was like a photo
and a negative, but in
those shadowed silences
all the truth of my life,
and life, was hidden,

went moving
from tree to tree, hiding
behind trunks in a thick forest,

and I continued to scrawl
the vine of words onto the page,
wondering how to flush out
and capture what welled up
in what I was not saying,
could not yet say.