Monday, August 20, 2007

Secrets



The prompt for this week's Sunday Scribblings is "secrets." This may be a bit juvenile, but it's what I thought of when I read the prompt.

I have secrets,
But none to share.
My heart holds them near,
my burdens to bear.

If I could tell secrets,
I would first have to trust.
And trust is a privilege,
Written in dust.

Look into my heart,
They are hidden well.
Personal misfortunes,
Not meant for sale.

I keep secrets safe
In the emptiness I feel.
Saying them aloud
Would make them too real.

I can forgive,
But I haven’t forgot.
My loneliness is torture,
But trust, I must not.

Trust, once given,
Is a double-edged sword.
It may cut you and slice you,
Strike a raw chord.

Secrets! Stay safe!
Stay hidden inside.
They’ll be used against you,
So, Secrets! Run! Hide!

5 comments:

Robin said...

I love the way you've given the secrets human characteristics. I can just picture them running around like shrieking preteen girls.

colleen said...

I guess your heart acts like a diary for your secrets.

Shelley said...

Thought-provoking piece. Thanks for your kind comment on mine. And hey, I still have a gift to send to you because you won the "where in the world is Big Flats" contest... can you send me a snailmail address that would get to you (maybe your school address?)? I'm at shelleyq (at) yahoo (dot) com...

lissa said...

Almost something I would have written but my wouldn't have turn out as well as yours.

This is wonderfully, well written. I like the last few lines making secret as sort of a person.

Ther said...

seems sad for the writer because he/she can't trust. =(

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