For A Secret to be a Secret
Perhaps no mention of it,
Should ever have been made,
Once she knew of its existence,
It haunted her. She had a need to know.
For in her mind, any number,
Of dismal possibilities were manifest,
It permeated her spirit,
And crept into her very existence.
And what good are secrets anyway?
The pain of the keeping,
Or the pain of its truth,
Of Joy being withheld,
Or possible happiness deferred.
‘Cause for a secret to be a secret
It must be kept by the keeper,
As well as by the giver,
To the very end of their days.
Cryssa
very well written ...
I will never forget how my mother carried all of my own secrets loyally to the very end of her days.
Blessings,
Christine
It is kinda funny, a secret, a secret that everyone knows, but doesn't talk about it until it is realised that it is not a secret. Other than the potting shed ;)
fee
Nicely written, my friend!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
its no longer a secret.......
enjoyed your write
Love & Peace be with you
William
Karen,it is no secret that you write the type of poetry that I want to 'keep.'
Love from
Kay