Best to keep secrets, out of sight, under disguise

Sweep them far away from you, hide those nasty lies

In the belly of the broomstick, just let the dust collect

No one will find the answer, no one will ever suspect

Tidy up your space, so nobody dares to cause you grief

On to other chores, they’ve moved, what a sense of relief!

Until someone comes along, to sweep the dusty rug

And finds what’s hidden there, and all you do is shrug

Knowing that your precious secrets, were never truly kept

Underneath the carpet, where all your dirt was swept

January Writing Prompt – The answer rested quietly inside the belly of the broomstick – Day 13/31

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