Diary

There is a book of untold stories
hidden beneath my bed
Unspoken stories
never whispered
Written down in solitude
Secrets
stories
and confessions
It isn't for reading
only writing
And there I write 
my fears and sorrows
loves and hates
It is a place to hide
a refuge
a thinking place
a deep place
a murky place
a place
where I 
can be
myself