Secret Poem by Paul Brenthley Adan

Anonymity of identity may serve as a curse…
But it may serve as the only protection from your judgement.
The psyche of a female is unfathomable… it is the whirlpool that draws interest
It is the moat that surrounds the façade.

I have yet to learn to swim and challenge your moat…
I have yet to learn to accept that hope is but hope… and dreams are better left at that.
Times have changed and I accept that… Moreover, I learn that feelings are but feelings
But emotions are altogether another animal…

This is not prose… nor is it poetry. This is the unrelenting urge to speak to you…
Alas, that is my misfortune. I can only look from afar and fear the day that your judgement is bestowed.
Till then I implore you to indulge my trespass, I have only this to offer and all else may be a myth…