There Are No Secrets Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting on the fence, watching traffic pass by, liking
to just sit and ruminate over the many possibilities
that fill this mind with ideas for poetry.

Finding notes that will play musical rhythms upon the
piano of my mind, totally oblivious to the world around
me.

Living in moments of imagination and intellect as I write
fruitfully of everything in this life, unafraid to broach
any subject at all.

Having no taboos, opening pandora's box at times because
there are no secrets to be held in coffins of ruin, they
must all be expressed and presented to the world to see
and talk about.