Taking secrets out of hiding, letting someone else know what
they are is at times devastating.
Growing quiet within, still, wondering if secrets should have
been spoken of.
Counting the cost in heart-breaking years, are the minutes it
takes to tell them worth it?
Can it really help or is it a temporary solution, living with
the knowledge that another person now knows of it can be
difficult to handle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem