HIdden

I sat back one day, having a lot of trouble writing. I had writer's block and nothing seemed to be able to break through the wall. I started scribbling words on a page, and rearranging those words. Then it dawned on me that the punctuation needed to be changed. Now I don't consider myself a poet, just a creative writer. When I looked at the words I had put on the page, I saw a picture, but I read it again and saw something different. What I managed to do for myself was break throught the writers block and create something that spoke to me one way when I read it line by line and something completely different when I readit through following the punctuation. What do you think?

Hidden

Veiled in the guise of,

a million faces. Look away,

I'm lost. To the student of my philosophy,

I can never truly hide.

Never, truly be found. Deep in the soul,

I linger. Deep in the mind,

I take shape. On the lips of many.

In the eyes of few.

Fewer still, will we meet.

I am beyond your reach.

Within your grasp.

Always in disguise.