The Secret

The aftermath of being told things you wish you didn't know.

I am going to tell you something.
It will make your heart freeze.
You will stop being able to sleep.
Your minutes of rest will shriek
with nightmares.  You will wake
yourself up screaming.

I am going to tell you something.
It will haunt you, disturb you.
You will never stop wondering.
Did it happen? How did it happen?
You will sob and sob.  Those
pictures will never look the same.

I am going to tell you something.
It will crawl inside you, eat you up.
You will feel like dying for thinking.
Then I will ask you not to tell anyone.
You will respect that because what I
tell you is too much. Our secret.

I am going to tell you something.
It will take root in your heart, it will rot.
The poison will pump through your body.
I tell you not to hurt you.  I trust you.
But it will never be the same.
I cannot say when you will feel better.

Maybe tomorrow – maybe never.

© Morney Wilson