Secret
I have this secret
jotted down on a piece of paper
and crumpled up
inside my head
it is heavy for paper.
It's a distinct weight inside,
my secret.
Sometimes it unfolds making itself
too big to stay safe
inside my head.
It swirls just past my lips
tantalizing my tongue
until I have to bite it,
just to hold it back.
And sometimes the secret crumbles
itself into a tiny ball and rolls around
inside my head,
not heavy.
I hardly realize it
until it bumps and jumbles together
with all the other papers kept up there.
I have this secret you see
that not even I remember exactly what it says.
It's inside my head.
Sometimes it's blocking out everything
I lose myself inside it
and hope someone will help me find my way
back out.
And sometimes I am lucky enough that it loses itself
inside me
and I can't find it.
Why can't it be one of those days?
I have this secret you see.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2010
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