Its not my secret to tell
Its NOT my secret to tell
Yet it envelopes me in a tired, murky, hungry, insatiable darkness
Excuses, tip of the tongue, inquisitive eyes ring a bell
But your secrets are never told,
And I am beholden to a rotten carcass
Don’t hate me because I am tired
Don’t despair that I am running on compassion empty
Its not my secret to tell
Yet it drains me and emits an unheard tale
And now I deserve an emmy
I’m like a sunflower
Shining brightly in the field of thorns
I proffer false rays
For its not my secret to tell
I will sleep soundly
There are pills for that
I will walk the walk
With an invisible cane of tears for support
I can no longer serve as a prop or a ledge
My hands are swords digging into my skin
If I don’t tell your secret how will I move on?
what story does the wall hold?
Categories: mental health, poetry, women
psychologistmimi 
This is beautiful! It came up just at the right time. Our secrets and the secrets of others can be such a burden, thank you for writing about them.
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Thank you! Im glad you liked it. Totally agree the secrets of others can be an undue burden.
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Powerful words here! This post really resonated with me.
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Thanks. Im glad this poem spoke to you, although i understand the burden it implies.
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Very powerful Mimi. In our business, we have an understanding and it is that nothing is repeated. We have such a personal understanding with clients that to betray their confidence, would be just awful for everyone concerned. We go by the saying”it’s amazing what we don’t know”.
In a Utopian world my one wish would be that, confidence should not be the realm of great friendships only, but to all who seek shelter with person matters.B
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Very good point! I like and appreciate that saying 🙂 thanks for sharing
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