The Struggling Secret Poem by Didith Marcelo

The thing you can't compare.
The secret behind everything.
The hidden thing that you cannot share
Is a vague that dwells sometimes.
Though you contrived a moment and on...
Tètè-a-tètè sometimes is all I know,
A pillow that makes me feel that would understand me.

I've seen people how obscure they are...
They cannot keep what must to be kept.
But I wonder why, how could I be...
A secret that I kept still all alone a secret.

Behind all these feelings, God warns me
On and on...
I deal sometimes a moment between us
Me as a person while holiness dwells
I still wanting the best ending of it...
The secret must put to an end.