Once I kept a secret...
I was not hurting anyone for it was mine,
It was personal and they did not need to know.
This was my condition and I had to deal with it.
They would all worry, I would be ok
I didnít want them to fuss
So I told NO one...
Then it got lonely
No one knew, so I couldnít let it out
All of the tension, frustration and anxiety were mine to keep.
For I was on an island of knowledge
Then I told
I broke down
They helped me up
The pain left
Iím better now,
But I still keep some secrets.
© 2001 Kyeba Jackman
© 2001 Howard University.
(First Published in limited print edition, An Anthology of Verse and Prose, by the Composition for Honours Class, Howard University, Spring 2001. Professor E.R. Braithwaite)
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