Big blue book (A poem)

This one took a couple of attempts. Not quite there—but a definite improvement…

I write secret messages from my room
I keep them here in my big blue book
things I allow myself to say
when nobody else is around

When I have enough, I send them out
undercover, disguised as a book
to pass them along to those who might hear
and understand

But not everyone gets the message
often, it’s only one in the crowd
who can read between the lines
crack the code within

Even I can’t always spot the clues
At best, I might catch but a glimpse
enough to keep me searching
for answers in my big blue book

(3/4 December 2015—posted December 6)