Guarded Words

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.

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