Secrets
by Cyndi Yuska
There
are some things I need to tell
(secrets)
you. Things I've never
(In the back of the
car pool van)
told anyone. I'm afraid to say
(Only
six years old six)
these things out loud.
(I stopped wearing
skirts on the way to school)
I've felt ashamed
(He didn’t
stop)
all these years.
(Gray fibers clung
to my fingernails but no one knew)
If I tell you
(I’ve never told anyone)
it makes it real,
( was it my fault? )
it makes it last forever,
( it
haunts me )
a scar etched into stone between our hearts.
( I'm sorry )
If I tell you
( if... )
will you still love me?
( love me... )