Have you a tale, that is not yet told?

Even though you are now so old…

A secret you have hidden, kept….

Yes, I know …you’ve sorely wept.

Tell it to me now in this secluded zone.

No ears to disturb, no bugs on the phone.

Your secret is a mountain yet to climb.

Reach it in free verse or in deep rhyme…

Until it is released, no peace will descend.

A secret kept is a complex dividend.

Honesty is its crooked path.

Secrets untold… leave an aftermath.

© The Secret Poetess, June 2017