What on earth’s wrong?

Part of a poem on sharing. Do you tell anyone at all your deepest secrets? Do you text someone when you are at the cross roads or the dead end?

Do you think that anyone can pull you from the verge?

I wonder.

 

 

What on earth’s wrong?

It’s midnight. The kids are asleep

And the husband.

 

Why are you broken?

 

I take it back.

I ask you to conceal.

 

Suppose tomorrow

You have a secret like a gift.

Would you feel special,

Cherished,

Even brave?

 

 

© neelthemuse,2011

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