by Brenda   Apr 25, 2021

I now know things...
told to me...
I wish I didn't know...
now warping my
I'm struggling on just how
do I absorb this
into my darkest recesses
for safe keeping
of my own sanity?
They say ignorance is bliss...
I get this-
Never having knowledge
of this
would have been A-ok
with me...
I understand the weight
this carried
understand how hard
it must of been
to utter the words...
to spill out
your secrets
with no knowledge of
my reaction...
Not gonna lie
you stunned me
into silence..
I needed time
to absorb-
to wrap my head around
your words...
My heart breaks
feeling your pain,
your sorrow
over events
that have occurred...
Knowing that history
will never
be erased...
We all carry secrets-
Some will never
see the light of day-
some are passed
within a family
generation to generation
our burden to carry-
Secrets that can destroy
a carefully built
house of cards
we've erected to
house these ticking time bombs...
There's no need
to worry-
I will carry your words
to my grave...
over time I will absorb-
creating scars and scabs
over the wounds
these secrets
have left...
Life will continue
another year
around the sun...
Our minds dulling with age...
yet the secrets


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  • 1 year ago

    by mistake

    I most liked your comparison to the house of cards and ticking time bomb, I think that’s where you hit the nail on the head. I hope writing this gave you some small relief.

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Yes, lovely to be trusted BUT, the burden isn't always one you would really want to carry is it?

    • 2 years ago

      by Brenda

      No definitely not...but I will. It's too important not to.

  • 2 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Brenda, i feel for you. Another's secret can often be a burden. I know it helps to share such a honesty, but there is a price isn't there! This person is lucky to have your trust and companionship. This burden will be carried to your grave and you will learn to except it along with the others. ((hugs)) xx

    • 2 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you Michael, I'm still processing this whole thing, hence the poem...had to get it out and learn to work with this knowledge.

  • 2 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Hmm... so, when does a secret stops being a secret?
    Is it when the secret is revealed to whomever the secret is meant to be kept from? Or is it whenever everyone knows?

    I mean, let’s supposed just for supposing.

    I have a secret and this secret is about Brenda per se. I go and tell Mr. Darcy the secret and I tell Mr. Darcy not to tell Brenda... is it still a secret even though Mr, Darcy knows about it? Then Mr. Darcy goes and tells Ben the secret. Is it still a secret even though Mr. Darcy and Ben knows about it? Now the secret is told to everyone in PnQ except to Brenda... is it still a secret?

    and then someone tells the secret to Brenda, that she is a great poet, so now is no longer a secret, right?

    • 2 years ago

      by Brenda

      Awww, thank you so much! I absolutely loved your comments...super creative!

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