My heart is so heavily guarded,
Not even I can penetrate it.
My life’s secret is so deeply buried,
Not even I can unearth it.
But you can!
You own the key to my heart —
And your kindnes,
It melts the earth
And reveals all secrets
The frozen palettes.
I forgot when I first scribbled these words, which later became this poem. It must have been a couple of months ago. It could be longer. Who knows.
I never did have a title for it. So, for the sake of publication, I decided to use September Poem 01 as the title as I plan to publish some more untitled poems later this month.