My soul keeps secrets only known to me, it cannot abandon me. Its a hidden area that noone can see, but for me.
Locked within it are memories of long ago scars. Its a journal, a master key to who is really me.
This is my safeguarded place that is isolated in solitude and something I can't seem to face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beginning to a master piece Chantelle.. :)