Secret Burden
The silence feels treacherous some days.
Is there ever a good time to be heard?
Is there ever a good time to be unheard?
Forever feels gentle and drifting.
Like a desert with sand blowing endlessly.
Time is not a burden.
But this secret is.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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