Secret Words
The letters I’ll never send
I have written to you a dozen times
opened my heart and allowed my secrets to flow in ink onto the page
Each month i’ve told you that i’m not giving up
that believe and faith happens in the silence that I hold
I have lain in the dark and conjured you into my space
as I whispered a love I’m not supposed to still have
I vowed to write and not share
to save these words for a day in the future when they would be greeted kindly
and yet, as I touch the indentations on the page
I know that these words are for me alone
It is possible to love and not hold
to care so deeply you feel it is written on every inch of skin
and yet, for it not to be a love to share
quietly, and in the dark
we can hold the love that we feel for others alongside the love and respect we feel for ourselves
knowing that until they are equal, the letters should stay with us
and the work should continue.
