Kissing The Skeleton

It's often said that everybody
has a secret tale untold.
Some horror from their history
they wish none to behold.

The bones of things remembered
or forgotten as a goal,
tucked safely in the darkness
in the closet of their soul.

It's also said that these dark secrets
Have a way of cropping up.
Filling one to brimming -
overflowing from the cup.

They're often at the core
When someones sanity runs dry.
Too much for some to handle
They just shrivel up and die.

I've had my share of errors
I committed in my life.
Ask the man I killed that night -
Or go ask my ex-wife.

I refuse to dwell however
On the soul's guilt stricken night.
To be eaten by the shadows
Til they blot out all the light.

I'll learn from past mistakes
And try real hard not to repeat.
When darkness calls my name
I'll stand firm on my two feet.

When the secrets come a calling
I shall breathe an easy sigh
Knowing that my lips have kissed
the skeletons good-bye.