For Fear of Hearing

I never wanted to speak my part, or tell you what I wrote.

But if I, then, must now share my heart, then here is my first note.

Critics often hear a work, then proceed to tear it asunder.

For fear of what hate might lurk, my writings found me to hide under.

But casting off the fear of thought, my pen shall share my desire!

This masquerade is won, not fought, freed like phoenix from fire.

 

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