To let you know ...

If I were on the outside
looking in ... would I slowly
peal away the layers
of the walls that hem you in?

Be able to reach out to the one
that I know lives inside,
that precious little circle
where you have choosen to hide?

Would it bother you
very much, if from time to time
I stretched out a hand
and tried to reach inside?

To let you know,
that in this world,
from some
You needn't ever hide ...