If I don’t speak,
You can’t hear me.
In the silence, I can say what burns in me to say,
And you can’t capture it,
Twist it into a weapon and throw it back at me.
But oh, I have forgotten as I type,
The words trail off into cyberspace,
I must switch to paper and pencil,
Burn it without a trace.
To be stealth in this modern day of electronic ears and eyes,
Unless like a chameleon, hide in plain sight.