I live in the spaces between your words.
I am the unsaid truth
of your experience.
You form letters into words
to everyone you meet.
But, they are a mask.
Your truth lies
in between
the outward notions
that you share with everyone else.
I exist;
but, I am unsaid.
I am invisible
except to you.
Why don’t you reveal yourself?
Are you afraid?
They read your words
written on the page
that you share with the world.
Your words tell them nothing,
except what they can see.
But, your truth lies in the spaces,
and inhabits a world of hidden meaning.
Don’t hide behind
an army of letters and numbers and words.
Don’t use the words
as a barrier
to the spaces
where your true self lives.
Speak to them
of hidden spaces
between the words.
Comments