Peacefully Kept Secret Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I...
Have forgotten,
From where I've come?
This must be something,
You are accustomed to saying to anyone.
Perhaps those you would prefer to see,
An attention to them come.
And that would not be me.

You see...
Not only have I not forgotten,
But I am still living in it.
In the same familiar environment.
I am just not of it!
And I perceive that is what you meant.
Since I hope you are not accusing me of negligence.
That would be an assessment,
From someone with a mind fixed on images...
And not deeds.
And...
That would not be me.

I can not blame you at all!
Who would suspect...
I'd keep an interest in placing my footsteps,
Upon the same sidewalks.
And no one would expect my visions kept,
To reflect upon those unaccepting.

However,
I...
Have 'not' forgotten,
From where I've come at all.
In fact...
I am happy,
To keep my seeking to reach...
Peacefully kept secret.
And I believe that is what you see.

But...
I am not here to focus upon your impressions,
You seek with a validation,
To fuel into an argument.
Or a wasting of my rebuttal to expose a slighted ego.

I am happy,
To keep my seeking to reach...
Peacefully kept secret.
And I believe that is what you see.
To hopefully be kept the way it is,
Peaceful as it has been earned.