The Secret

The secret is safe inside me.
Fear has held it fast to my soul,
bound, melded to the structure,
a structure, sinewy and sanguine,
the lifeline of a million dreams
so light and innocent.

The secret is safe inside me.
Locked away in a hardwood shed,
doors nailed shut, dust upon the knobs,
a haven for those thoughts of death,
doing time for non-repentance.

Is the secret safe inside me?
Stress has taken its toll on the old man within,
aching muscles, tired joints,
and he's lost his will to live.

The secret is safe inside me,
but I can never be, as long as it remains.