Secret Past

...hidden identity?

Hide the pieces in the trash

Bury skeletons in the closet

And leave your teeth to gnash.

 

It’s the closest thing to blasphemy—

The closest and the wish to be,

Blind your eyes and pretend not to see.

 

Insert the secrets in clues of blue

Hidden schemes with secret means

It’s the skeletons that keep you untrue.

 

 Wish to return

To the house

With the dinner-table fern.

 

Wish to run

From the eyes

Of the condemning sun.

 

It’s the closest thing to blasphemy—

The closest and the wish to be,

Open your eyes and ask your heart not to see.

Reviews

[Dressed in Poetry]

I like this! You should put it in the anthology. I particularly like the first verse. The nice thing is that it's good and short enough to not take up too much room in the pages.