The Masked Heart

What they don't see, they cannot touch,  

A fortress made of silence, quiet and hushed.  

In shadows held, our dreams can grow,  

Where seeds of purpose lie, unknown.  

The quiet corner, our hidden room,  

A space untouched by prying bloom.  

For in the stillness, power lies,  

Guarded from the world's curious eyes.  

There’s strength in secrets, safe and deep,  

Where hopes and plans in silence sleep.  

Unseen by those who’d twist or tear,  

Protected in the private air.  

So keep the whispers close and few,  

Let mystery be the veil you choose.  

For what they don’t know, they can’t unbind—  

The quiet power of a guarded mind.