Without a nimble corpse, <br />to cross the narrow river with. <br />A child I see resist the urge to play <br />with staffs and Styx. <br />I resist the urge to be found out myself. <br />Out in the open <br />a source I offer to them all. <br />To be hidden. <br />Inside them all except for. <br />To isolate them all away from me. <br />Lest they consult among'st a mystery. <br />I have had experience being <br />locked within the jar. <br />Must my crown, <br />I am and more than simple beautiful. <br />I've had to hide myself covered in only you. <br />The grass and islands cover more than you. <br />The open-source of one that you hold dear.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-hidden/
