A briefcase of secrets

The keeper of my journal. In my journal I hold my thoughts, my feelings, my loves, my lost, and my unspoken thoughts.

My drawings, depictions of my inner hopes, dreams and beliefs.

My perfume, my scent, the mark I leave on those I love.

My mask, the layer I shed every night, the wall I hide behind to feel attractive.

My anchors to life, in a permanent smile, expressing their affection.

My protection. From the embarrassment of my bleeding uterus and the tears certainly following.