My safe place

As I grew up, I slowly began to realize that there was no such thing as a safe place. There was never anyone I could trust enough to speak to, a place that I could run to, a door behind I could cry without being heard. So I kept my feelings inside me, I let my secrets weigh me down, it was like crying-but without making a sound. And one day I found out that there is one place you can go, when nowhere else is safe-a page full of words. They'll take your secrets to their graves. Stories that I could hide in, a place far far away, or pages I could write in-to help me face the day.