Your Secret Talent (I Hate This Poem) Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Your sense of self protection
Is so exagerated
You miss most of the beauty
In the world around you

You save everything
for rainy days that never come
You put all your hopes on the shelf
for safe keeping

You safely navigate though uncertainty
Buy you don't know where you're going
or where you want to go
And you don't have any reasons why anymore

You paint beautiful pictures
But you won't show them to anyone
Because you say the paint isn't dry
Or that they are not framed yet

You dream about true love
But when true love comes your way
you fein care but you only have bitterness
And wait for another love

As if you can ever love

You've just gotten good
At hiding everything

Some speak boldy and don't deliver
Some poeple speak softly and become silent
Some people cry in the dark
Send me the one who cries but dreams of love

If you can still find her