Untold Truth

No one knows

An untold story, resides in my heart

The tale of my doom, of my lost battle

I love to write, sometimes a little too much

Who knew A-Z could contain such mystery

Recovery takes its time, not in a hurry

This tale, only once told, will return

My soul, on edge, yearns for freedom

Unspoken words, yet to be exposed

I should prepare, maybe take it slow

Bandaids should be ripped off fast, this I know

But who needs a bandaid when a dark secret is lodged in my back?

Reviews

[Amber]

wow wow wow! Amazing! I just find it so cool how you used a bandaid t represent speaking. I am just in love with your work.

[Daphnee]

Thank you. That truly means a lot to me. I appreciate it. :)

[Amber]

You are all the most welcome, you have such a natural talent.