Secrets and dreams

My dreams I can articulate, 

They show my passions and my schemes,

Beam light on future directions  and  my passions major themes.

My secrets, I don’t articulate

They show maybe hurt and pride, some I keep hidden

Like an iceberg deep inside, those memories unbidden

Rarely looked at by myself

I need to understand the beliefs, stacked upon the dusty shelf

They impact on my dreams and stop me being true to self