Secret
I carry more than you’ll ever have to know.
I will smile as I watch your innocence grow.
As my own troubles become less of a burden each day.
And become more of a secret, the less hints I say.
Assumptions will fluctuate, but our shared days stay strong.
My past becomes more guarded as illness trails along.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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