Hidden deep within a wooden chest in closet, lay words meant to be a secret.
The chest was opened quite few times, and the secret spilled out like an overflown water in glass.
The base where the secret spilled, the closet got burnt like an acid thrown staining the floor deep.
At times when the secret got spilled at happy hours, the children treasured it like a candy sparkling.
The secret was a poem linked in a way only few could understand and recite. There was doubt that others will interpret it all wrong.
Hence, the girl decided to be cautious with her secret, she decided it was time to let it out of the closet.
She ended up hiding it well in the pocket of her jacket. So whenever a trusted one will cross path, she will hand them over with her thoughts
– I’ll let the secret be know. (Something which happens in alternative world)