You know, I've grown accustomed to
The blackened places of my mind.
(And as some lights grow brighter do
The shadows darken from the shine.
We may only be enlightened
Of doors that we choose to unlock;
And from the moment we set sail
We never stop at the same dock,
For always do we grow and change.)
I know I've grown bolder with time
And can admit -through all the paint-
That some secrets are only mine.
Author notes
I believe that no matter how much we reveal to others (whether some stranger online or your closest confidante) there are always some things that we don't say. Sometimes it's because we're embarrassed, sometimes we forget about them, or sometimes we just don't find them important. But no matter what, no one knows EVERYTHING about you.
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I fully agree with what you are saying and your Author's notes - no one knows us really, not all of us - especially the 'blackened places of the mind'. I liked this.
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i can whole hartedly agree with what you are saying. and "the blackend plsces of my mind" decribe the feeling so completly. i enjoyed your pome greatly.
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I really like this poem and totally agree with you author comments. I love the phrase some secrets are only mine it sounds really beautiful and poetic to me.
I do think though that this poem would be better without the rhymes. They mostly sound forced, I like rhyme but it should be organic to and result from the poem and the ideas, not driving them. Would love to see another draft if you agree.
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