Each of us have one now. Many of us have had so many, it is hard to keep them all in one place. Some we have lost. Others we have broken. What do they do to us?
Tonight’s poem is simply titled Within. Whether held within the mind or the heart, they can eat at our souls. Why do we keep them? Why do we not simply forget them or let them go? Perhaps, we should do both.
Forgive her for being a mite petulant tonight. For this one, her wings are clipped. Enjoy Mantra’s walk.
Held deep within the recesses of the brain,
Deliberate effort to keep it contained.
Some days, it’s easy to keep.
Others so difficult, it’s buried so deep.
The innocent ones blend together
Becoming wall fabric holding the others.
The shameful, hurtful, dangerous ones
Which threaten happiness, lives and reputations.
No matter, they are true.
How much the truth harms you.
They require you keep knowingly silent
When you’d rather tell and repent
For being the one who broke the chain
By sharing knowledge, despite the pain
It would inflict on those shielded.
Oh, for deafness, you’d never have yielded,
Swung your doors open wide.
Letting the poison inside.
Knowing is gnawing regret
When you keep a secret.
When was the first time you remember being told a secret? Were you able to keep it? Why do we keep secrets? Is that a good reason?