secrets

They hide inside

Down deep

Hidden from me

I hope they don’t show themselves glaring

To friend and foe who might use them

But I know they are there as gremlins

Eating away. Even as I try to push them into the background.

I wish I could entice them out

To explain themselves, so I’d know. Why.  What they are.

May be its better I don’t

There are truths or secrets, or just may be my consciousness is playing hide and seek with make-believe

To fool me.

I wish I knew