This place is my secret
A world of words and angst,
Every exquisite emotion
Perpetually eluding capture,
A cacophany of thoughts in a crowded room, spilling out on our pages in a glorious,
thunderous chatter of
Love, anger, fear...
Bravely we expose them all
Here
But this is not my only secret
Poetry
Rhetoric
Identity
Dreams
Emotions
Hidden in
Intimate wording that strips the
Meaning of truth
And
Love
Oh so much love
Verbosity bringing an
Escape in indulgent
Rhythm
Secrets within secrets
Sometimes we ‘hide’
Sometimes we bare ourselves for scrutiny
But the scrutiny remains within
Anyone else a secret writer?