Can You Keep A Secret? Poem by Amy May

Long-kept secrets, whispered in youth;
Mine not yours. You held my life in the palm of your hand
And the power to persuade, to control, to drown this girl
Was yours. You had everything.

Murky secrets, containment imposed
Subterfuge enforced, I played along not knowing one rule
A role play, an act, of a fantasy extinct
You said, I did, you lied, I suffered.

Ancient secrets now distant but present
Ever lingering, smarting, holding me down
Impact, scars, open chest surgery
Oh for an emotional pacemaker

Life secrets, old friends, constant companions
Mine, and I hope yours. May you never really live
I have survived, where’s the justice?
Finally angry, but impotent rage.

Powerful secrets, destructive, explosive;
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
I still have the power to expose, to destroy, to rock your world
And not in a good way baby.