A Dab of Secrecy
Would we survive if you could hear
Me thinking? Maybe not, I fear
For what we lock away
Is as important as the things we say
And pure, relentless honesty
Is not a panacea.
We are we because the secret glue
Of things I do not say to you
Holds tightly all the things I choose
To share. And should we ever lose
That blissful dab of secrecy
That sprinkle of duplicity,
That keeps your inner world from me,
And mine from you - one blink
And we‘d be through I swear,
Or worse, we’d sink...
Weighed down by things we dare not think.
28 September 2018
Written for Brian Strand’s Contest No 500
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018