Hook

Why do we bait
why do we say 
half of what we 
mean when what we 
mean is kept secret 
Just what are we 
afraid of hearing if
we say what we 
do indeed truly mean 
I feel like I’m
dancing with shadows and 
ghosts having the appearance 
of someone but when 
I reach out to 
touch they poof disappear
or they take on
the coldness of the 
wall or the sidewalk 
or anything else that 
upon which they appear 
they become Oh if
only we could be 
what we mean and 
not just the worm
hiding that steely hook