Hidden Thoughts, secret lives
Never brought to the light
Held in darkness, cruel and rude
Fester abscess, no solitude.
Bring forth, let go
Rise the sun, curtains blow
In a wind of purity
pure white as the snow.
Then their secrets, dark and cold
Are exposed, let go
To live in happiness
That only you can ever know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018