Solitude

And the vent of anger of frustration

Was not able to escape

So that it clouded my judgement

I was unable to take in

New knowledge

All my own thoughts suppressed

All my own knowledge forgotten

I had felt safe

Because I was in my own little haven

Fear was without, inspiration within

It was with happiness, excitement

That I would enter that grey metal brick building

Enter into a world where nothing ventured

Really did mean nothing gained

The irony is that because I am able to hide behind words

That no one knows are real

I am able to bare all of me

How naked I feel

For my soul is out

So public yet so private

But the fear is that the cover is blown.

And because of the words which allowed me rest in solitude,

I have become undone.