The Burden of Secrets…
And who will know, these secrets you hold,
these whispers to self in a silent room,
all that you yourself do not admit,
kept aside as if to commit to self-deceit.
Yet, these secrets resound,
like echoes inside your head,
taunting the lies you subscribe
to hold those truths from life and light.
Who wins this game, who’ll discover the shame
you have for their keep,
these secrets only you hide, only you heap,
like a bonfire never lit?
And time passes and their weight becomes a burden,
their shame a twist in the fabric of you,
these secrets and skewed beliefs,
deemed unholy in your world.
Eventually they burst at the seams,
these lost dreams and seeds of darkness,
all that taints your eyes of you,
all that others could reject and know what’s true.
And so on death bed lay,
you and all your secrets, festered,
that soured and invested you to their silence,
that in the end did take your life away,
their burden, too much to pay.
Tony DeLorger © 2016