Unshaken

Hidden and wild and sacred:
My thoughts.

Too cruel to be spoken
from the mouth of the innocent.

Too weak to be borne
from the heart that has endured.

Too loving to share with those
who will surely use them against me.

I write by my own hand
for if it were my voice
it would steadily tremble,
mumbled out of uncertainty,
stuttered and unsure.

Written on paper with pen,
my words are unshaken.