No Place To Go To Let It Show Like It Does Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No Place To Go To Let It Show Like It Does



Would you hear my voice,
If this was not available?
Could you feel the beating of my heart?
Or touch the many parts of me I share?
Or even knew I was here caring?

You wouldn't know.
I'd be a faceless somebody nobody knew.
As if that makes a difference,
To you right now.
Does it?

Would you hear my voice,
If this was not available?
And if this was not available to either of us...
Would we know who we were to know,
What is shared was always there...
With no place to go to let it show,
Like it does?

And now both of us are aware of it.
Deciding whether or not,
To keep it to ourselves.
Or let what is inside of us out!
Knowing what we do and how we get it done...
Will it be always be done like this?
Or will another way come to us...
To provide a better way,
For this what is done now to then exist?

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