"A painted black box behind the books in a shelf,
Hides all my secrets, only known to myself.
The darkest poetry written in my most vulnerable hour,
Anyone who holds it and reads will hold the power."
One of my favorite stanzas. I love how you describe the underlying power of your secrets, as if it would be a gift to the world. All throughout your poem I sense the fear of vulnerability. This poem very much reminded me of one you wrote about masks in a ballroom. You never cease to amaze my brain. another brilliant write. 5/5 hugs