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Poetry Drafts / 11 January 2023

I hid my secrets,
like a childhood leaf
pressed between faded pages.

I hid my secrets
betwixt two untouched pages
numbered 41 and 42.

I hid my secrets
like the childhood cat that ran away
– never to be found

I hid my secrets in books I wrote,
my untouched leaves withering
– cat-less to the end

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.