Secrets

Makeshift walls
Built around the concrete slabs of my mind
Hands tied by hope
Choking on all the lies

Mother said it was for the best
If we don't talk about her; she didn't exist
Brother stayed their favorite; everyone loved him so
If they only knew what I know....

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe

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Comments

dear Carrie,

secrets indeed! and the reason they remain hushed up is deplorable! why are we not allowed to speak these truths?

*hugs, Cat

You would think after having a wonderful upbringing with two parents who love me very much, I would not have any difficult feelings towards the one who gave me up and how she hid me and my one brother tried to keep me hidden. All because of secrets. Secrets destroy no matter how old you are or how you were raised. :(