Being sick

I hate being sick and vulnerable.
Not being able to look after myself...

My secret

Before, in the old days,
when people had secrets they didn't
want to share,
they would climb a mountain and find a tree.
They would carve a hole in the tree
whisper the secret into the tree
and cover the hole with mud.
That way, no one would ever discover the secret.

I've found a tree...
I've carved a hole
A deep hole where I've whispered my Secret
the deep secret of my inner Soul.
Now, no one will ever discover it.
It is my Secret, my inner companion, profound Love.