Self Expression

I wish I could untie my tongue -- find courage, strength to shine light upon those least illumined recesses still hidden from public view, shielded and scabbed over like festering raw wounds...must I accept that there will never be a time when, freely, I can express my "me"-- that one among those other me's I've not displayed? Depending upon circumstances-- places and the hour -- perhaps I may set out at least a tiny kernel of myself -- but I will never ever tell, and can never be expected to expose to this world's cold unwelcoming climate my failing, fragile, damaged -- pitiful -- but still barely beating bloody heart. .