Secrets Poem by Jane Roberts
Secrets
It's too hard for me to be good.
I'm just pretending, I can't hold it together.
I want to throw it all away.
It's spoilt now, it's rubbish, I want to break it all,
and start again.
Start with new things,
so I can try hard to be be a different person.
So no-one will find out
about all the things I've broken.
only the broken soul matters and when the soul puts forth such lovely words the matter is settled and joy floods every pore of your being a fine poem
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Perfection is a hard master