You Hid Poem by Randy McClave

I collected my thoughts, my few possessions
Inside my soul, my suitcase,
From no one should there be fundamental questions
I am happy, look at my face.

I built isolated walls around my values and character
I protected my own definition of beauty and success,
Now, only I am my life's narrator
Forward, I will now always progress.

I am now that treasure at the bottom of the sea,
No one saw what I saw, or felt the same as I did,
All looked into the chest and they saw a key
I wanted to keep to myself, you hid.

Randy L. McClave