When Words Hide in the Forrest of the Mind

Words are always hiding in the consciousness of the poet. The virtue of writing is that the poet discovers what is hid hidden deep within... Past the three headed monster of conformity.
When someone writes a poem for the merest moment they allow others to see inside the walls through the mask that society has ordained for the writer..
One must be willing to pay the price and stand naked in their work... For fear eventual kills all possible imaginative exploration and shrouds beauty in the cloak of secretes....