We all have secrets or skeletons in our closets. Some go with us to our graves, but why? Wouldn't someone learn something from our experiences?
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Shimmering,
glimmering,
dazzling,
icicled mem’ries
swirl, muddled in puddles,
rippling,
ne’er-ending,
reflecting,
some strangers we once knew;
one is me … one is you.

Truth be told,
lies are old,
bodies cold,
icicled mem’ries
hold no power, I’m free
if I speak
with a squeak
let me peep …
lies begat lies, unease
this new freedow I seize

Splattering,
shattering,
scattering,
icicled memories
ne’er to be recalled, shared,
mockery,
humanity,
insanity,
aged, grew old pretending
with our mem’ries bending

Once revealed,
unravel,
forgiven,
icicled mem’ries
seep deeply … release me.