The written word, unread
Means nothing, except
To those that wrote it
The spoken word, unheard
Echoes softly, until
The sound fades away
The plucked notes
Resonate in air, floating
Through the empty space
Afraid of what you may say
I play it for myself
Close to the chest
Without an audience
Unable to take a chance
I sing to myself
Close to my heart
Without an audience
The painted canvas, hidden
Strokes of my love
Vision of my heart
The pictures taken, focused
Beauty of my eye
Only I behold them
The prayers I pray, silently
To a deity of my design
Imaginary being
Afraid of what you may say
I pray for myself
Close to the chest
Without an audience
Unable to take a chance
I paint myself
Close to my heart
Without an audience
Irrational fear, failure
Intertwined, ingrained
Barriers as strong as steel
I close my eyes, breathe
Calm my nerves, release
Face another day
Without an audience
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