My Secret Box
I bet writing is every loner’s companion,
the silent voice of their thoughts.
I’m only fluent when communicating through it.
It never betrayed me like my tongue.
Dear Writing,
You’re my secret box.
No one in my life knows about you.
How can I share you?
I’m terrified of what a label might do to you.
What if I overburden you, change you,
and put expectations on you?
What if others don’t appreciate you?
You might be good enough to share,
but you are always good to me.