Exposed To the World
Throughout my life I’ve kept unto myself
my feelings and my thoughts held deep within,
and stored like dusty books upon a shelf,
preventing my emotions to begin.
The thoughts I’ve been reluctant to confide
lest hidden dreams left to the world to find;
these inner thoughts that always did reside,
are buried in the attic in my mind.
But as I’ve gotten older now I see
that maybe inner thoughts I should convey;
perhaps to share these thoughts was meant to be,
not keeping them forever locked away.
And now as thoughts descend the attic stair,
I feel somewhat exposed as soul is bare.
October 18, 2019
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2019
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