In a Nutshell

My thoughts are a diary;
Closed and unwilling to be opened without desperate force.
They are my own, and no matter what you say,
you cannot change them.

My desires are a cave;
With drawings and words etched into its walls.
They are illegible and unreadable, forever kept in secret,
because no one will ever know.

My dreams are a flight of stairs,
With steep steps that show difficulty.
They reach towards the sky, never stopping,
Because they don’t know how.

My memories are a photograph,
That show both the good and the bad.
It’s kept in a locked box, because they will be forever
In my mind.