What is it that you hide from me?
True, I barged into your world without permission, yet you knew I was there. I saw what you saw, felt what you felt, heard what you heard. Then you shoved me out like a new born from the womb.
What is it that you don’t what to show?
What is it that I can not touch?
Is it you true desire or is it your most hurtful pain? I ask these questions not knowing if I really want to know the answers.
Maybe that is why?
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
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