A secret can be hidden like a
Mother's emotions in great distress
But tucked away in the back of her mind
Or can be as easy to see as
The red bookshelf in a
Room of such white divinity
A secret can be as red as
A red fire alarm
Used to save many lives
In a fire
Or blue like the
Beach water on
A warm sunny day
A secret can be kept like a diary
Never wanting to be seen and
Tucked away on a bookshelf
Way up high
Or thrown away like
Trash as if it had no meaning
Into a dirt pile and
Soon into a big blue dumpster
A secret is a child trying
To find out the troubles
Ahead of his actions
Scared to
Face the truth.