We cannot speak when a miss-understanding may happen
(2013)
Sometimes we hide ourselves because of fear, mostly because we fear what others may say... But in my case it is different, I hide what I feel because I do not know the reaction. I AM afraid and she keeps telling me to speak my fears up...but I shut myself to prevent. I do feat but I better stay quiet. We may find true love... but it can also be ruined. And my fears become nightmares, as wolves hunting me. I cannot confess what I fear... because people may say it is ridiculous... to them I respond: All fears are ridiculous except for the one that is being held as hostage by that same fear.
*The nightmares will be narrated in the next poem: !Tonight we are washing off the Blood"
#Bonavate