Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)

Unbound

Pluck that pesky page
from your journal.
Incinerate it and
play in the ashes.
No one need know
what the embers do.
The soot won't tell,
and neither will the smoke.

Cackle in freedom of the cage,
no longer in ink eternal;
pardoned from creating it
and fleeing from the past that gnashes.
The songs on the radio
might taunt you.
The secrets you'll never sell,
never replay, never uncloak.