Poison Secrets

It is said revenge is a dish best served cold And the knife of guilt cuts deep Yet no one knows of the memories deep within Nor of the tears I weep Knowledge is said to be a powerful weapon Yet not all that’s known is good There is knowledge that haunts my dreams each night I’d jettison it if I could We’re told that time is what will heal our wounds Especially those kept from view Yet that only works if the wounds are old Not for those perpetually new Secrets are kept by one and all for reasons varied And causes misguided or just Yet there are some secrets that are only poison And corrode your soul like rust When or how do we rid ourselves of the Soul-wrenching secrets we keep Is vengeance or purging or finding peace the key Of escape from the torment so deep I live with the secrets that corrode my soul And stunt my growth in life Yet I believe that is to be my fate for by keeping them I save my loved ones from strife No I’m not a hero nor a martyr nor looking for praise I think I’m protecting those so dear I hope I’m right and not just being vain That that’s closer to the truth is what I fear