
Locked up and secure
Where no one can reach it
It remains my very own secret
Reminding me that all was not well
I made a promise to myself
Not to tell anyone
And how the yearning to reveal it
Was suppressing me
Yet it remained
Reminding me that all was not well
How can people manage to
Keep secrets
Some years
Some days
Some even seconds!
Allowing them to occupy an important
Space in their heart?
Sleepless nights,
Irritable moods swings,
Pretending to be alright
When internally everything was all wrong
But when the cracks started to appear
I was left wandering
Who or what parts of it
Should I share
Could I even dare to?
After being reminded that
All was not well
With me
I got fed up…………
And spoke to God about it.
Elitha©2005



