Hidden

I have written 2 pieces yesterday, which I have to keep to myself as they are too mushy to post. Hehe. Instead, I'm sharing this poem which Rocky sent over. Everytime I read this, I feel a tug at the heartchords. I just find it so real :)

Hidden
by Naomi Shihab Nye

If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.