Hidden

There's this struggle in me
that i don't know how to express;
there's this feeling in me
that i don't know how to surpress.

What have i done or not done?
What is the right choice?
or is there none?

Afraid of the results,
stepping back with a celerity.
Will you be taken aback
when you are cognizant of who i really am?

It's the season of uncertainty,
hovering with anciety.

pris