Secrets
Everyone has secrets…
what’s yours?
That thing,
Those things
that tug and pull
at your sensitivities –
That thing
Those things
that would make you gasp
that would make you blush
that could crush
your status
your friends and family
your work –
That thing
Those things
that shake
that rattle
that rock
the heart strings –
The ringing and raging
of the soul –
It’s solely yours
to treasure and cherish
to hide and not look at
to make you cringe –
Kept to keep
from yourself –
Kept to keep
from creeping –
Kept to keep
from leeking
spilling and thrilling
drilling, boring and busting
into the social sphere –
Giddup!
into the gossip ring –
The thrashing and lashing sting
when it circles
when it swirls
when it spirals –
Your viral
secret
gem
jewel
diadem –
In new publicly pushed form
tainted
tarnished
tossed aside –
Now,
worn and wasted
uncovered and discovered
you recollect
scared and scarred –
That thing
Those things
leave you naked and bruised,
used
for the sake of amusement –
burned and bare
fully exposed –
That thing
Those things
ripe
fallen
and consumed
have stained,
yet only remain
for you –
You hide
bury
lock away
and protect
another
and other
thing
and things…