The following poem explores the concept of secrets and how carrying a secret for yourself or others can weigh heavily on the heart. It considers, not only the physiological nature of holding secrets, but also the psychological burden constructed of the lies and justifications we make to ourselves - that help us to merge the truth and the lies of such things into one small being or entity; that may be contained conveniently, but holds a mass of density and weight.
I have first included 'Robert Frost's poem, which conversely looks at the idea of those dark places, as spaces within oneself!
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
Secret
I carry myself,
Hold tightly this burden;
Inside - layers
Meted upon it's own foundation stone.
Eyes around me - but do not see,
The secret lurks;
Sullen in it's murky depths.
Slowly it grows!
Despite mass and weight,
I store the extra pounds easily;
Forgetting where they originated -
This intimacy.
Denser and denser I become,
This womb and I;
There is no seperation -
Such divides are none.
LB
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