Closet Poet

Someone walks by
And instinctively you
Push your poetry book
With it’s golden cover
Under your binder
Out of sight
And say a silent prayer 
Of thanks
That this time
He didn’t see it
Or wonder what
It was you were hiding
Not this time
But what about tomorrow
Will you drop your guard
Only momentarily
But long enough
For someone to grab it
And begin reading aloud
Your innermost thoughts 
To the world
That you seem so terrified of