My Secret World

 

My secret world.  Garden of my mind ~

    I groom it.  I prune it.  I pay it homage.

It's hidden.  So secret.  Unknown.  Unseen.

    The fragrance allures;  I am pulled and drawn. 

    Only fantasy.

 

Scenarios.  Glances.  Crescendos.  Silence.

    The characters - all me.  And you ?

Wicked arrangements.  Yearning endearments.

    Containments.  Exposures. 

And parallels.  Universals.  According to

    acceptability.  And restraints.  Always.

 

To share my mind's garden, the paradox lies ~

    no longer a secret, and mine alone.

Can't ever be shared; quarantined is the meaning.

   A part of me sequestered.

 

Confess a fantasy.  To speak a truth.  It's

    all I have left - my hidden world. 

Mindful denial.  Mindless fertilizer.

    Sprouting blooms bizarre.   

    Unrecognizable, yet coveted by some.

 

 

 

 

Copyright © June 2006 Amy L. Allison

 

 

We all have secrets about who we really are.

           

 

 

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