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.