Hiding

I worry about me sometimes.
Today is one of those days.
My blonde angels
better known as boys
are playing so sweetly.
They have new kittens in the garage.
Me? I am hiding.
I am afraid to engage.
One day I fear I will pay for my distance.
But I just can't go.
I want to be alone.
Yet, not really.

Most of all, I must go.
Give to my boys.
My husband.
My sisters.
My family.
My life.

But I am hiding.