like a treasure box

freedom is
a journal
like a treasure box
the fantasies tucked away


desires restrained
to the pages of your heart

the I love you's
never whispered

anger released
in an inky blaze

the I hate you's
never bellowed

loneliness rewritten
on a bed of broken prose

the I need you's
never spoken


we hide in our pages
lost loves and unfulfilled passions

we hide in our pages
the forgotten troubles and the endless fears

we hide in our pages
our fantasies safely tucked away


like a treasure box
my journal
is my freedom