Secrets Of A Woman's . . .

Tight-lipped, my secrets stored within me.
The vast corridors of a woman's soul
stretch out into infinity, containing many doors;
many rooms kept under lock and key.
Many places where no footsteps but my own have tread.

I keep a scrapbook of my memories
held close to this heart that has known both
love and loss; both happiness and emptiness.
It has been stained with tears and creased with
every time my hands have touched its pages.
But my hands have touched it and mine alone.

Nobody can know the truth inside my spirit.
The lengths that i have gone to, to have this
secret garden where only i know the types of
flora and fauna within its borders.
Nobody has seen it; no eyes have beheld it but mine.
And such is how it's always been.

words whispered in my ears have remained an echo
within these ears and no one else's.
and as i place the scrapbook on the shelf,
i walk amongst the hidden things, content to say
that i have kept my part in keeping them
safe within a woman's soul.