Tired of whispering

Tired of skating over the subject

Like this is something you want to keep buried.

Treating someone elses happiness like a closed casket

Does not make your life easier to live

Does not make it fade away— into ash

It will rise again

And live proudly

Not be forced in a prison behind your teeth

Left to grind it's way out into bits and pieces of conversation

unsolicited

You will yield to it's freedom and existence

It laughs at your persistence

To seek, yet resist it

This used to be a secret I had to keep

Now this is my happiness that I refuse to delete.

 

 

©2017 Poet Renae