Me

Did you seek me you saw my face whether joyous or sad but was that me? Or just a show of emotion that will pass. Did you hear me when I spoke or did you hear a voice that express what you like to hear? Have you really took the time to know me that somewhere in that mortal fame hides a frail and lonely child. That wants to love and be loved that wants to talk and be heard that wants to share the simple things that beauty of nature the small but great wonder of God. That delights in creating something beautiful with her hands which says this is what I feel inside. That uses the pen to spill what she cannot say from her lips of the great emotion that overflows inside. Do you know me? Have you even heard me yet? I laugh when inside me cries I talk silly when inside me really sighs I walk quickly afraid that you might see how much I would like someone to just stop and talk with me. Do you know there is really two of me the one inside and the one, I let you see. Do you dare to take the time to knock on the door of this little child would you if I open enter and stay a while. If I told you of my fears would you understand, or would you sneer If I told you I was weak would I hear it somewhere along the street. If I told you how I really feel would you smile and say You ought to put her out on the Hill? No, I’m afraid you wouldn’t like to know so I close, and lock the inner door and watch through the windows of her eyes all this world as it passes by and showing you what you want to see but is that really the one called me.