Secrets Kept

SECRETS  KEPT

By JoEllen Claypool

Brown like muddy water, churning under

trampling feet,

Causing minds to race in circles;

“What’s the truth today?”

The heart struggling to keep beating,

Pumping blood hard as every vessel desires to shut

down.

Wondering, always wondering.

Nowhere safe to cry.

Nowhere safe to turn.

Put on a smile,    SECRETS  KEPT

Keep moving,   SECRETS  KEPT

Breathe . . . . . Breathe . . . . . Breathe . . . . .

SECRETS . . .

KEPT