Secrets Left OUT
The secrets I used to know were truly hidden from the world.
Tucked away in the nape of a tree, nestled in a clandestine cave and camping on the dark side of the moon.
But the secrets I know now are being flashed before me and even when my eyes are closed I cannot sleep because of the brightness.
They are secrets I don’t want to know about the world. Secrets that shake me awake, propel me into adulthood.
Secrets I don’t want you to know.
I wish I could protect you, but what good is a flower in blocking the sun?
We will forever be marked by the spark of words that claimed to be mere words,
But were so much more.
Oh mother, close your ears and your eyes but you will still feel the heat and the burn.
I wish I could protect you, but what good is a paper shield against an iron sword?
These secrets walk with pride before us all and ask us to bow, and what can we do but listen?
I dream there is a price for freedom, but how could I ever payback the gift of life?
Secrets are better left hidden, for when they are revealed we can no longer pretend everything is fine.