I’m trying to beckon that person deep inside of me.
I’m yearning to share myself with others, you see.
I’m trying to spread my wings but there isn’t any room.
I am so shy and nearly too late, I’m trying to grow and bloom.
Is there anyone out there?
I anxiously wonder.
Does anyone see me hiding in my little cocoon?
I wistfully peek out at the sky, sun and moon
When afraid, my voice is but a lonely squeak.
And no one hears when I meekly speak.
My ears are of little help
As I miss a few syllables.
I come out and strain to hear what others have to say
I try to guess and find I’m wrong, oh, what a tearful day.
When I find I’m in error I receive an unkind scorn
And I hurt inside because I truly mean no harm.
So back into hiding I go; back into my little cocoon
Where there is no room to grow and no room to bloom.
A special note about this poem; my need to “hide” at times is often due to my extreme shyness in some social situations. I just become incredibly quiet and my hearing impairment also interferes. I do have hearing aids but they do not help in every situation. While the hearing aid amplifies someone I want to hear, it also amplifies every sound around me and the voices I want to hear get lost in the noise around me.