Within

So many questions and yet, unable to ask a single one;
My courage is within the very pits of my aching heart where I sewed up all my memoranda of you;
You're located just where my audacity may be detected

This is in an exclusively secretive place to where I alone hold the key;
My own personal abyss undeniably diluted of time;
Where no one can come close to finding;
Within me; whereas, in good hands you lay