Silence
....is golden,
(so it is said)
Yet, sometimes,
the silence kept
hides secrets
that should,
instead,
be shouted.
Too often those secrets
keep only themselves safe.
They put their bearers
in danger by hiding
potential harm
too close to their keeper's
fragile heart and mind.
A secret silenced
is gold turned tarnished brass
a parasite living within
a worm hidden in a perfect rose.
Kept too close,
it smothers
the brightest flame of hope.
With no air or life,
it withers
bright wings
before potential flight.
Kept secrets can poison
Secret dreams.
Nancy France June 12, 2008
this poem may be used only with the expressed permission of the author
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