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.
Remember, from cocoons emerge some of God’s most beautiful creations. God can take the ugly of caterpillars and morph them into butterflies in all there majestic splendor!
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Thank you Kathy, You are a wonderful encourager!!
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Is this a good place to come out.
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Meaning that it is no need to hide here.
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I really like your poetry.
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Hello Meredith,
Yes, so far, my blog here seems to be a safe place to come out of hiding. I am glad you like my poetry. I hope you are having a wonderful day. I enjoy your blog as well.
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Thanks.
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