Still

This feeling so new, I'm scared; I don't know.  Many questions, no guidance; my face I won't show.  Discomfort, unknown, I retreat; I walk away.  I want, I NEED; to speak words that I dare not say.  What is this? Why now?  When comes my time?  More questions for every one; less answers, there are none.  Silence, it eludes me, but what I hear is not a sound.  This noise that calls from nothing, I hear it ever so loud.  What I need I ask not much, just a whisper through the door.  So, I shall lay hear, waiting, unmoving, forever-more.