Have you a tale, that is not yet told?
Even though you are now so old…
A secret you have hidden, kept….
Yes, I know …you’ve sorely wept.
Tell it to me now in this secluded zone.
No ears to disturb, no bugs on the phone.
Your secret is a mountain yet to climb.
Reach it in free verse or in deep rhyme…
Until it is released, no peace will descend.
A secret kept is a complex dividend.
Honesty is its crooked path.
Secrets untold… leave an aftermath.
© The Secret Poetess, June 2017