Concealed Secrets (Trolaan)

Hidden behind layers of brown cloth

hides the secrets of distraught minds.

Hastened threads unravel by a moth

holding what the great darkness finds.



Indulgent beauty, smiles show

in sweet innocence of her prime.

In a jar the secrets mount and grow

its seldom truth is shown to chime.



Never do the puzzle pieces fit.

No full picture shown in truth.

Not her distress nor silent wit

nor love felt to comfort and sooth.



Enveloped in empty space floats

endangered silence of abuse.

Encrusted in years she coats

encrypted notes that are reduced.