The Secret Of My Mystery

Who am I ?

I do not know.

Are my desires hidden ?

Am I a mystery to myself ?

Do I hide away from reality ?

Will I stay unopened on the shelf ?

Maybe I don’t know what makes me tick 

Or is it I’m scared of what it may reveal 

If I am a secret that only I do know 

I won’t hurt the feelings of the ones that make me so.

Will I take my inner depth beyond my given time,,

Or will I let the secret out,

Does  it matter it’s not a crime.

Arousal of my senses stirs confusion in my soul,

But I don’t need to end my mystery,

This is not my ultimate goal.

I may be an enigma,

But I doubt I am unique,

For what I desire within my heart ,

Is what other must surely seek.

This is not a burden,

It remains a mystery to me,

That I have an hidden gift

That I choose to not set free