Hidden Memories Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Why can’t I let the secret free?
Why do I hide from a memory?
I know not why the silent tear
nor what it is I hold so dear.

From long ago in my secret past
I hold on hard and hold on fast
to a darkened room inside of me
that still remains a mystery.

An angel near to hold me tight
protects me from some awful fright.
I cuddle close, no need to fear,
no one knows what’s hiding here.

We play a game, the angel and me;
we lock the room and hide the key
and never let it ever be
discussed in front of company.

I tell the truth, don’t ever lie;
cross my heart and hope to die.
It doesn’t hurt ‘cause I can’t remember
did you know my birthday’s in December?

Santa knows who’s naughty and nice
he makes a list and checks it twice,
so I’ll never let the secret free
I simply hide it in my memory.


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written for those suffering souls of child abuse