Secret Life

SECRET LIFE #2

THEY SAY WHAT’S DONE IN THE DARK;

WILL COME TO LIGHT. BUT WHAT IF THE 

DARK IS ALL YOU’VE EVER KNOWN?

WE SHAPE OUR STORIES LIKE FRAGILE 

GLASS, SHATTERING SOME: WHILE HIDING

OTHERS. MEMORIES BECOME BLURRED;

WHEN REACHING BACK, NEVER FORWARD.

SOME SECRETS DIE WITH US.

BURIED BENEATH YEARS OF SILENCE, SHAME.

SEND NOSTALGIA DRIFTING LIKE A FEATHER

IN THE AIR. BUT IT CAN’T TOUCH THE LONELINESS CARVED INTO YOUR BONES.

ALWAYS ALONE, AS IF YOU’RE HIDING

TWICE. AS IF YOUR NEIGHBORS WHISPER

YOUR SECRET: YET HOLD THEIR OWN

SECRET TOO.

PRIVACY DROWNS IN SORROW, FROM A

WEIGHT TOO HEAVY; BECOME THE REGRET,

WORTH CARRYING. GOING BACKWARDS

TO SHARE THOSE SECRETS IS LIKE BURIED

WATER INSIDE RAIN.

HOW DOES ONE COLOR A THOUSAND MISTAKES?

IN SHADES OF BRUISE FROM THE PAST?

BEATEN BY GUILT, GRASPING FOR CHANGE WITH

TREMBLING HANDS.

SOMEONE SAID THEY SAW YOU RETRACING YOUR

STEPS. AND SAID THEY LOOKED JUST LIKE BEFORE,

LIKE A PAST THAT NEVER LETS GO.