mental health

Its not my secret to tell

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?

what story does the wall hold?

6 replies »

  1. 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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