Closets
There is a place I keep secrets
Behind lock and key
A place not for you
But only for me
It has a few hundred locks
And is surrounded by a moat
Not easily accessible
By car, train or boat
It is kept under my heart
Or in the recesses of my mind
Depending on how many secrets
Is where you will find
It is a closet of fears
Of dreams and want
A place to store memories
A skeleton of haunt
This closet is mine
Full of my plans
Full of my mistakes
Made by idle hands
No one will see
Unless I give them a peek
But even then
The thought makes me weak
C.Churchill