There’s a time capsule inside of me
No one else will ever see
For though I pour things out in verse
Few know the stories behind the words
They’re written snapshots of my life
Every poem that I write
Has some basis in my truth
They’re parts of me I give to you
I don’t have all the answers, see
Just a time capsule inside of me
I know darkness, I know pain
And survival is my middle name.
~Mandy Kocsis©2021~
This makes me think of a variation of The Picture of Dorian Grey, though I am sure you are much nicer! Ther idea of a hidden time capsule is interesting. Thanks for this poem.