Secrets Kept

Behind closed surtains
underneath the gap of a locked door
with a "missing" key

Under your bed
Stuffed in boxes
in musty cellars
Next to black and white photo albums
in the wooded attic

Lies the secrets
You keep
Hidden

Out of arm's reach, harm's way
Collecting dust but never
Fading to black

They remain as fresh and painful
as the day you buried them

Like a knife's greeting
you'll never be desensitized

No matter how many times you
Encounter it

It'll derail your mind
Until not a fragment of sanity
lies haphazardly on
the surface of your decaying psyche