Secrets

My secrets have a soul. A soul which is a palace to me. A safe palace where repetition is the key to understanding. Over and over, I get the opportunity to understand… And forget… And then understand in a different way. Understanding courage, and confidence, and joy. Perpetually remaining a secret, even to me. Which is not as frustrating as it sounds. Until they ask me to explain. And then, all my thoughts start to pile up and become jumbled. I realize that I have lost all my most useful abilities. Even the ability to speak clearly. But at least when they lock me up- My secrets will be locked up with me.