And I Can Write Again

Why can’t I write about this

Why can’t I cleanse my heart in the usual way

Why must I hold this inside to stew

Only to gush out at the worst of times

 

This is the secret I keep from everyone

I keep from myself

I bear it in total silence

Always going inward

 

Perhaps a little part of me

Wants people to know my soul

So I write it down

But this is more than that

 

This is not my soul

 But the color of my past

I refuse to be defined by it

So I hide it deep within

 

This is a double edge sword

No one knows so I can’t be judged

Yet I can’t talk about it

Or I will be so

 

Maybe if I don’t admit it’s there

Like the people that I hate

It will go away