My brain must have some spaces
Where secrets can be stored
And though I keep them hidden there
They cannot be ignored.
I think about them often,
Though no one else may know.
They come with me when I leave home,
No matter where I go.
I sometimes have to let them out –
They can be hard to store,
But when one secret is revealed
There soon may follow more.
To share them brings me great relief,
Since truth is hard to hide.
How special is a trusted friend
In whom we can confide!
Monty says: “The prompt got me thinking about secrets, where we keep them and how they can affect what we say, do and feel.”