BOOM. . . . . .it hits me like a train
The secret kept deep within.
I held it in for so long
Help was needed to carry on.
These empty walls that were one mind
Have now split into two wholes
But no one is there to watch
People are there, misguiding you.
The book that you started to write
Holds everything
Your deep dark thoughts and happy ones.
And that one thing that eats you alive inside
Why was it created?
Why was it existing?
Maybe it will go away
But it sticks out like a sore thumb
It has been in thought
But never explored
Just thrown to the back of the mind
And given the day off
But why did it come about?
Is there something wrong with me?
Have I had an epiphany?
Maybe so, but it feels weird
It keeps nudging, nagging
Trying to make me break promises
And keep lies up in public
Just to hide my true self.
But why is it hidden
Like that lonely stepchild?
Why is it so harsh
To keep things bottled in?
The gates are forever locked
The key will never be found
And all the time I wanted it open
It would remain forever shut.
This secret came out
to that one person you knew.
Everything rushes back in your mind
And it now sits on a pedestal
That hidden secret, in view
And you can finally breathe
Because you told that person
And they accepted it, just like that
And comforted you, to make sure you were okay
The Hidden Secret
It never lies and it never hides
It only comes out.
When it needs to.
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Being Me: The Memoirs of a Caribbean Child
PoetryThis book of poems looks into the life of a Caribbean Child through the lines of poems that shows what the poet has been going through and how he overcame all of his fears.
