Secrets

Motionless and fleshless
With hollow eyes and constant grins
My companions greeted me daily.
No eyes to see with, no voice to speak with
No ears to hear with and no life to live with.
I hated those skeletons, fragments of life gone by
They were my hidden secrets,
Their presence repulsed me and
I concealed them from the world.

I tried not to look at them, to hide,
To dress them in dreams...
Their hideousness still crept through.
Tears from empty eyes, cries from silent mouths,
Oblivious to my screams and sapping me of
My strenth, they demanded my attention.

The winter came and wanting to see no more
I wrapped my skeletons in a blanket of denial and
Defiantly locked them in a small dark room.
The wind howled through that winter of my life,
Bringing with it an odious smell.
The door began to crack, my house grew cold
As the chill from that door took its hold.

I padded the gaps, still the wind blew, there
Was no way through and the door began to crack.
I tried in vain to plaster those open wounds,
They refused to heal, the door heaved,
The wind screamed and I boarded up that door.

After time....my house grew quiet and
The sun began to shine
No skeletons in my cupboard
Love and happiness were all mine...
And in my haste I hacked down the door
I'd escaped that living hell
To find my hidden secrets..
Very much alive and well.