In Plain Sight

Depression by George Hodan

Lost within the sacred space
That lingers in the silent night, 
The memory she cannot face,
Denial of her tragic plight.
Pain camouflaged in eyes made bright
By tears the world will never see,
A victim hiding in plain sight,
Held captive by her misery.

The Secret Keeper

For the sake of self-preservation
I became the secret keeper,
Hiding the warts on my soul,
Denying access to anyone
Who would use my weaknesses
As ammunition for their next volley of bitterness,
But that which remains hidden
From the healing light of the sun
Putrefies and festers.
These secrets metastasized,
A cancer growing in my soul,
Oozing a poison that infected my life.

Now, for the sake of self-preservation,
I must find a cure,
A way to remove
This tumor of isolation,
Give someone access to my soul,
Warts and all,
And trust them to keep my secrets.



~~~~~~~~~~  This prompt was inspired by a prompt from Poetry Jam asking for poems about questionable choices and their consequences.