Sick!

A new one that'll finish my poetry portfolio for Creative Writing.  

You are only as sick as your secrets.

You are only as sick as your secrets.
Those deep thoughts that are only thought.

Never said.

Just hanging around on heavy hangers in your dark drawer of a mind.
Only you open the drawer.

Those thoughts...

Dried out and smelling of dust... Age...

You’re only as sick as your secrets.

These secrets, no one dares hear them.
All of those seconds spent- adding up to minutes- piling into hours-

Hours spent shuffling through the drawer.
Adding new slips of secrets to the pile.

You’re only as sick as these secrets.

They do it all the same. Everyone has their own drawer.

They’re only as sick as their secrets.

I sit in my dark drawer, lost in it all.
We’re only human. Wanting everything but sharing nothing.

You’re only as sick as your secrets.

Grab the trash bin.
Time to clean up. Clean house.

Renew- Regrow- Share- Feel something new.

A forgotten ritual

You’re only as sick as those secrets.