Secrets – A Poem
by Dudley M. Harris
It never seems to happen
intentionally
A bit of information, an
accidental glimpse
Knowledge you can’t un-know
Now part of your portents
You want to tell your
new-found truth
To a trusted friend or
public writ
The problem comes when
pressed to share
You withhold a tiny bit
Like a flake of gold in the
miner’s pan
It glistens in the light
A treasure, it seems, you
hold so dear
A secret – your delight
What makes it seem more
special still
Is when others find you have
one
The coy demeanor, inflected
voice
You beam brighter than the
sun
Secrets do not always gain
In value with their age
Sometimes it’s like a
cancerous growth
Small and harmless, in
deadly rage
When brought to light before
you want
A secret can bring great
pain
Just speak the truth when
first you voice
Your peace will always
remain
© Kurios Publishing. 6
August 2015
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