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I was a secret keeper
by Colleen Sperry
when silence was my savior
shame my new companion
I carefully kept and rearranged truth
hidden under Strawberry Shortcake bedcovers
I perfected my smile
and trained my eyes to sparkle
and wore a “fine” mask
to ward off questions
to silence whispers
No need to pull nails from their beds
for no one begged me to break
I sat huddled behind a door that locked from the inside
scared of the dark that came every night
even if I left the lights on
but even the dead tell secrets
without torture
I wear scars
from both
07/03/2009 Posted on 07/03/2009
Copyright © 2010 Colleen Sperry
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 07/03/09 at 08:46 PM Colleen -- your few short stanzas speak volumes of verisimilitude. Sadly, I understand your piece on many levels, even the personal one, and therefore I must give you the utmost credit for your courage on shinning some light on a shadow you've probably buried too long. Amazing job :) |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/10/10 at 02:58 PM From start to finish- a great write. I, too, am a "secret keeper". It is heavy burden. |
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