Closet Poet

In the moonlight,
I'm hidden away.
My powers come out.
The pencil dashes across.
Painting rhythms and rhymes.

As daybreak arrives,
All powers hide away.
Waiting for isolation,
To write again.
Words can't return yet.

Just as a superheros,
My powers must be hidden.
No praise.
Appreciated by only me.
And now you.