Secrets — a Poem

When love must remain hidden

Scott Ninneman
Oct 2, 2019 · 2 min read
Photo by Zhen Hu on Unsplash

This pain inside screams back at me
It makes my head to pound
These words I keep and cannot tell
These thoughts that make no sound

I look at you and feel my love
And bite my tongue to think
You are the rhythm of my heart
I fly each time you wink

I keep this thought held deep inside
To none that I should tell
I guard my words with golden key
Locked safe within my cell

In your dark eyes, I see you know
Though words are never spoke
We walk along, this subject banned
Our silence never broke

I pray one day I can tell you
Just all my heart does feel
My love for you will come alive
My dreams will then be real

But for this time I cannot tell
I must betray no clue
No words, no acts, no feelings shown
All done to protect you

And if it never comes to pass
My love stays always hid
I will cherish all that we shared
And bless all that you did

— January 16, 2005

Scott Ninneman is a bookkeeper by day and writer by night. He maintains the blog Speaking Bipolar and writes about living with bipolar disorder and chronic illness as well as writing short stories, poetry, and inspiration for personal development. His interests include gardening, cooking, reading, hiking, and entirely too much TV.

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Scott Ninneman writes about living with mental and chronic illness, personal development, poetry and short stories.

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