Friday, April 22, 2011

The Tell

 I don't carry many secrets anymore.
My eyes speak of both abandoned hopes
and fulfilled dreams.
The hesitance in my steps signals
that I am well-acquainted with fear.
You see, my secrets are horrible at
keeping to themselves.
The way I avert my eyes when in your presence
Is so my skin won't burn
when looking directly at you
By now I'm certain
that the world can see,
if given the chance,
I would sit contently in the warmth of your sun
and live a million years
discovering all of your secrets.

Poet's United gave us the prompt of "secrets."  I know my secret is safe, here, with you :)


brenda w said...

It is sad when children embrace this kind of fear. Every now and then I see it in a student, and it resonates with me. Beautiful poem.

MorningAJ said...

The fear of rejection is very powerful.

Amanda said...

Yes, that's true.

Isabel Doyle said...

secrets we hide are one thing, secrets we want to discover something else, yes?
good poem

Suz said...

ah this is good
takes guts
you gotta 'em
May Easter find you happy

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beautifuly writen. Brought tears to my eyes.

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Madeleine Begun Kane said...

That's just very sad and lovely!

madhumakhi said...

"my secrets are horrible at
keeping to themselves."
How true! what we jealously guard as secrets are never secrets; they'll always be revealed.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Templeton's Fury,

Sad to have to make a decision about the telling, or otherwise of secrets.
A pressure upon life itself.


Mary said...

Interesting seems we always want to try to find out someone else's secrets!

Sarah Allen said...

This is beautiful and poignant. Thank you for sharing.

Sarah Allen
(my creative writing blog)

bttrflyscar said...

yes, facing the music is painful and exhilarating all at once. bravo.