My Best Kept Secret

My best kept secret has remained hidden down the well And kept me from a life of hell, Keeping me from being under a spell, And becoming an empty shell I have even managed to keep the secret from myself, Where it remains unnamed on a shelf, Safe from even an elf. If it ever came out I would have no defence, And could not escape by climbing over a fence Or acquire help via a reference. If it ever got out what addiction I could not handle, Others would follow me with a ladle, Til I was crying like a baby in a cradle. I count my blessings every day, And pray for those whose secret has been blown away, Cursing those who make a living out of which should not hold sway, And those who turn a blind eye to give them headway.