My secrets are not revealed until I am read.
Then you may discover a few, discover where I
Keep them strewn amongst my pages
Hidden within a mystery beneath a dusty cover
Hidden from common eyes, from average thoughts,
From busy minds, pressed tightly, bound and waiting.
My secrets are not for everyone so you must work
To find them. You must search my depths, my
Stiff pages, my hidden places.
Pry me free and add the puzzle pieces to your own.
My secrets are covered by a story but it is not mine.
The story is yours, it is an old woman’s, a quiet young
person whom no one knows.
And there, within the depths of your secret world
Filled with private thoughts and deep considerations,
My secrets are added to yours, to hers, to theirs.
And I am never the same and you are never
And they are never;
And we are changed when I am read.