It's a Mystery to Me

Had to write this for my communications class.

I am a mystery.
I am things that you cannot see. I peek out from between the trees of my forest eyes.
I am the uncertainty of that smile or the glimmer of laughter in that silent glance.
I am the paradox, a discordant note, the rhythm to a shadow’s dance.

I am a rebel to every cause, except the one concerning a cross and a few nails.
I am the hidden vault of your secrets, and the keeper of your untold tales.
I am a willing sacrifice, the sheep led to the temple stone.
I am a shepherd, scanning the distance for my Master’s flock, lost and alone.

I am blind and hard of hearing, much more than I know.
I am one who likes to dream of daring adventures! But it’s probably all a show.
If only I was everything I wanted to be,
but I am a mystery, even to me.

good, i like the rythym in it