Coming home with secrets

My mother's radio sits in the balcony 

and it greets me with electric static 

Coming to this sheltering home is 

somewhat problematic 

cause the walls are too thin, and it's 

back to reality. 

Back to the running water that conceals 

the noise of cracks 

crumbling behind my peeling mask, 

holding my face with wax 

An unraveled thread masking the 

makeup smile of a wake up call 

that runs down to my chin and I keep 

under wraps. 

I take invitations to the mall, yet the

space around me seems so small

 Nevertheless, I show my teeth with a big, 

shiny grin 

and suck a trembling breath through 

their thin slits 

Happy to wear tight jeans, to stop me 

from an embarrassing fall. 

The bath hurts on my skin, but even 

more to protect screams from the halls 

My head floats in the water, but feels 

trapped in its walls 

It cracks my head open with all these 

secrets inside me 

before a blink of an eye, to my room I'd 

already flee. 

Not to the radio playing static or streets 

that won't let me be 

but to under the blankets, where no one 

can really see 

the struggle to be a walking, talking, 

breathing secret

that was thrown to the ocean in a bottle, 

wishing to be free. 

However, the words untold keep coming 

like ever so frequent 

like adrenalized filled cops in pursue of 

an escapee delinquent 

All the more, my doppelganger and I 

have come to an agreement 

to take these secrets to our grave, that I 

nowadays call home. 

Reviews

[Tepo]

Call here home Diana
Bring your secrets
They will make great poetry
Was interesting that your mothers radio was the catalyst for this write
I don't enjoy your pain but do look forward to what you've to say
I let no one live in my head rent free
Keep writing it out and if you happy hey are not too revealing
Post them
You have begun a recovery process
Keep it up