sometimes know one sees
the pain of what
your holding back
the secrets that you
keep you promise not to
tell but it cuts you
really deep
the secret you promised
might have to be broken
the thing you fear
the most you have to take the risk
it might save a life
but if you keep it it the pain would
be like cutting your self with a knife .
Hidden beneath the veil
Lies dark secrets of sin.
They do not grow, spawn or burst.
They lurk in our fear and shame.
They are just a whisper of thought
At a moment doubt tickles our soul.
Guilt gurgles low from conception.
Chills tremor through faith.
Action never taken or occurred
from the flicker of darkness.
Yet, the smoke lingers hidden deep.
Bricked with hope mortared with fear.
author, Chris Sura
