Claim those who hold a sign| For they see images hidden to the wandering eyes| In disguise we fool those who seek| Only to reveal our true selves to those who rarely speak| And bestow a detailed prose to the untrained for them to dissect| In their hearts and minds| Where one day they will learn to recite| And disclose the words I neglected to share| Held bound inside these hands so desperate to heal| If only through writings| Bringing the coveted details so that you may feel|