My Secrets Poem by Thomas Plotz

They don't believe -
My immediate family, from the perceive

Of my beautiful people,

The ones I Met
The ones I Know
The ones I Love,

They don't believe me now, somehow
Because I kept,
Our love of each other to myself, as
My secret, of the ones I know, as our love that grows,

They don't believe -
My immediate family, of what I achieved,

Of the things, I've done, and places traveled,

The people I worked for, retrieved past memories, from
The places I worked at
The plaques and medal received, for -

They don't believe me now,
Because I stepped in time and kept,
My love of country to myself,
My secret, of the ones I know,
The ones I owe my life to,

They don't believe me now,  


Except when I die,
Some of the Truth will be told,
Of Who and what I truly am,

Then the wise guys, of the here and now,
Will drop their head in shame,
When the State proclaims at the ceremonials,
My good name,

You will see -

My love of God, and country,
My love of family, for whom I love, and
My love of self,

With the battles I have fought,
In my mind, and
Defending the State,

They don't believe -
Me
Now

T. Plotz
My Secrets
11 JAN 2016