Secret Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fear multiplied times seven, mingling in with anger deep
inside, not wanting anyone to know what hell life has been,
keeping quietly, secrets for all time.

Acknowledging to self and one other trusted friend, the
extent of things way back in childhood, talking to just that
one trusted person helps to get a perspective on life for
now until it ends.

There is no need for spreading a secret around, except
that it satisfies the yearnings of curious gossipy people.

Staying close-lipped, hiding within, talking to one trusted
friend enables you to live your life with the privacy you
have so long fought to get.

A battle begun back in childhood, can now rest as you have
a choice and can decide that no one else need know about
your past or when you were a child.