My Thoughts

My thoughts mine alone.
Secure. A private zone.
No one can read them.
Nor eavesdrop.

Thoughts in a vault.
None can enter.
Locked. No intruders.
None invited inside.

But I take them out.
Beyond the door.
To pages. Blank.
With pen I write.

From broken words,
a story told.
From shattered pieces,
a picture unfolds.

Not all I share.
Some remain locked.
Secrets to the grave.
But beyond death?

By C.E. Pereira
(1-7-2017)

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