Words Never Spoken in Public
It is so easy to feel overwhelmed in public
The simple fact of mathematics makes it clear
I am only one
They are many
A multitude, a throng, a crowd, a party, an army
All with opinions, all with weight, mass, momentum
I am only one
They are many
And it is so easy to keep my private thoughts
My little fears, my little hopes
Bottled safely within my glass heart
Protected by the brittle green barrier of my apprehension
I am only one
They are many
And my voice does not carry well in a crowd
My murmurings are drowned out by the cheers and jeers
My questions are unheard whispers in a bustling marketplace
I am only one
They are many
So I hide my tiny treasures, my tarnished silver trinkets
My delicate lacey butterfly wings of tender love
I pack them away one by one wrapped in newspaper
“Truth”
“Justice”
“Communion”
“Enlightenment”
“Brotherhood”
“Ecstasy”
“Fulfillment”
“Transcendence”
These are words never spoken in public
I am
Only One
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