By: Ashely Diaz
It’s so hidden
I wish I could peak
You told me to
Never open it It was a piece of your mind,
You said.
Never share your words,
You said.
The box which
Holds all of your
Memories and dreams
I stare and wonder
Why must it be locked?
How horrible could it be?
Can’t you tell me?
You say we’re alike,
The only ones to write
But why won’t you share?
I envy your box It contains more
Emotion than
You reflect I could hear
Your conscience speak
Through the fine
Cracks of porcelain.
Your stories are overflowing
Close to bursting open I reach out,
But once more
Your hands
Keep it shut.