Torn Pages
I wonder what I wrote in those pages torn out
ripped from my journal and its recorded journey.
Perhaps, they were sadder than I could bear
in writing, reading and reliving the moments there.
Within me hides a darkness unseen
unrevealed to others for fear of their learning
IT still exists pushed down and hiding,
aching deep inside never to be shown, dying.
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