Secrets

My heart holds three secrets 

I can give you their shapes

For they all hold space inside me. 

You might be tempted to face them directly

But I promise they'd all run away 

Dismantle and pretend 

You can't see them. 

They're shy you see, these secrets 

Of mine. 

The first takes the shape of a woman

The crescent moon adorned in her hair 

The ocean depths traced in her eyes

She is the dream of many 

The lover of one 

A rising star 

At peace with the sun 

For as he sets 

She rises 

The second form is that of a lion 

A golden crown on his head 

A bronze sword at his feet 

My fearless defender 

Sworn to protect 

The most vulnerable pieces 

All spread out before me

As I ride on his back 

Facing the fear, insecurity 

Third is the last, most tightly kept secret 

The one too afraid to be seen 

It hides behind foliage deep and dark 

In the shadows, but a shadow 

The shadow of dreams 

Dreams of flying, dreams of loving 

Dreams of just being free 

It's noiseless, voiceless 

Passively hiding indefinitely

So tell me dear reader 

What secrets have you? 

What shape do they take,

What form do they hold 

To enshroud and encapsule 

Those things you can't say 

The things which words fail 

To adequately express 

You can never give them justice 

And so they just exist 

Unspoken?

8/31/17