In words,
I string together my feelings,
as a record of the journey I’ve lived.

each chapter
tells how I see the world.
yet not all eyes
can read the life I’ve lived.

I am not a secret,
but only those who are patient
can reach the final page,
not just to read,
but to understand.

because
on the very last page,
my heart is hiding.

and if one day,
you reach the end,
I hope you'll find
my heart is still the same.