My Taboo

“Do not think about it That is TABOO No one must know Of your pain and anguish.” They lean in towards my ear. “Do not write about it, TABOO is controversial.” They whisper, whisper. Leave the past in the past? I say that I cannot get over it. “So what?” They yell. But I cannot. I cannot let it go. It is gnawing at my insides. My flesh is deteriorating. “Do not speak about it. Just Only tell me and leave it At that. People shouldn’t be exposed To that kind of thing.” But I need to expose it. Tell the world my pain. A new burn rises up in my being. Anger at being silenced. “I will think about it,” I reply, “ I will write about it and speak also of the TABOO.” I shout. They are silenced. “What you are saying to me is in fact TABOO; you wish to silence me, My word is valid, my word is true. I won’t remain silent. I get up and leave.