Hidden Away

Where do you hide it?

Is it hidden away in a box?

And if so, is it with precious things--

or with junk and rocks?

Do you hide it in code--

written down, in a way only you

can understand?

Or plainly, in a diary, written by your

shaky hand?

Do your lips keep them hidden

deep down in your heart--

words never to be said?

 

Maybe it isn’t hidden at all,

can I see it in your light tread?

Or the way you hold something,

gently, as if porcelain.

the way you look--

the look in your eyes, can I see it there?

Do you show us, in your deep

sad eyes?

Silently, sadly, searing with the untold.

Is it the undertone of your saccharine lies?

 

Do you keep it in a trinket or:

            :in a ring of gold

            :in a smiling photograph

            :in a fraying blanket

:in a storybook, many times told?

 

Can you hide it among the stars--

in the notes of the ocean’s song--

the tears of the cloudy sky--

or in the wings of the birds flying by?

 

Where do you hide your sorrow and grief?

Those aging memories, ever so brief

and long ago. Treasure or trash,

I’ll never know.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This didn't come out like I wanted it to. I might redo it. Or make a similar poem.

Reviews

[Legolas]

So well written! A question the all of us have! There is no need to re write it! It's perfect! Great job as usual Alm!

[Circe]

your words are always so emotive and exquisite, a deep search for the saddest things you have ever experienced and the fact that you're willing to take that journey with the reader is bringing out something very raw and cathartic within them. you're a joy to read.

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. beautifully written ... i loved the way your words flow ... and i have wondered about the same though i've never been able to articulate my thoughts in such a brilliant way ... i think i keep my sorrow and grief in my words ...