Your story ended
Before your thoughts
Could freely flow
To say it all.
As if the end
Was made of words
The kind of words
You could not say.
I never knew
Behind that veil
There was no face,
I never knew
Inside your heart
You hid a pain
I couldn’t bear.
What you didn’t say
Was not your fault,
What you didn’t say
Your heart had hid
Inside a vault.
It was pure love,
The kind that’s made
Of secret codes
Inside our veins.
By Jocy Medina
PS. This poem is part of a Writers Digest Daily poetry competition, whereby each day of the month of April 2015, they prompt us with a word for writing a poem.
Day 2 – The prompt word for this poem was: Secret
To read other poems from this competition, click here.
We all hide a lot more than we should and share a lot less than we must. Nice poem!
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