I have a guilty little secret
I habour things discreetly
within my mind so deeply
locked away, kept in a cage
a burning hot fiery rage
that comes from loss
that hurt so much
that burns to the touch
through the loss of love
that I use mindfulness to quell
while hidden with in a shell
of solitude and isolation
until I’ve healed the devastation
so nobody gets to see
how this loss affect me
for it’s a personal dealing of grief
that leaves me crying myself to sleep
in the darkening midnight hours
might guilty little secret cowers
within the shadows of my psyche.
Via: Daily Prompt: Guilty
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