Word patterns

Emotions 

tracing word patterns across the page, 

every part of me laid bare

before my eyes

staring boldly out at me

shouting "face me!"

I can't run from these notions

that I have scribbled down 

on scraps of paper,

can't hide from the truths 

that I have exposed to myself,

to the world.

Hard to speak them,

mostly comfortable when silence speaks

for itself 

and gestures, eyes,

say it all.

Reading the line or between the line,

each adds their own innuendo

to the written word,

whereas the voice has a tone of its own 

and can be misinterpreted

too easily.

Each to their own,

adding personal spice 

to the story told, 

like reading a book rather than watching the movie.