Secrets
The secret is no secret,
those who hold it for too long
do not live for very long and
those who let it go,
find a way to breathe deep and slow.
The contents of Pandora's box
escaped one day,
the bones in the closet
disintegrated and blew away.
Disloyalty is not needed but
communication and understanding,
allows life to multiply, nothing taken away.
So a secret that hurts and bruises needs to be killed
in order for the holder of it to receive new will.
Certified individuals paid to hold secrets
are a dime a dozen, one on every corner,
learned how to take the fire away from others,
how to hold it up to the light and
examine it then set it to take flight.
Knowledge is power, that we all believe,
let the secrets go so knowledge can be conceived
holding on will only allow death to be achieved.
Are there any secrets worth that much?
You are not your choices or your experiences.
Do not believe such.
Copyright © Doreen Wright | Year Posted 2012
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