Secrets

The release

The power to express

The words I can never tell another soul

My hidden secrets

The force to liberate my spirit

Erases the fears

Takes the pain away

Frees my mind

Tells me I will be okay

All sprouting from the day

The day I learned to use script to erase the agony

And free my mind

An escape

Where dreams are real

An ancient art

Free from all sins

The tree of truth and hidden meanings

The unbidden world where all secrets are kept.

This poem is about: 
Me

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