I am not the kind to tell.
I keep my secrets
some older than I
hidden deep within
No sunny day
or photo albums
or children's rhyme
can pry them from these lips.
Turtles sun
while my horse nibbles
and I can watch
clouds change shapes.
No more nightmares
they were all chased away
and the ghosts roam no longer.
No dark spaces
linger
here
anymore.
Author notes
I just love that magazine
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Comments
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You are free, no need for secrets anymore. Well written by yourself and thoroughly enjoyed by me.
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This is a well written piece of poetry. I enjoyed the read very much. You did take me on a bit of a roller coaster ride though.
Kelli
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