Darkest Secrets

dark secrets, not one or two
but a hundred or more
shall I tell or let it go
I think I may just ignore
their gibbering to be told

was it the boy under the linden tree
who wanted more than a little kiss
I don't know if that's a dark secret
or a teeny bit  grey
but I won't say what he did afterwards

it could be the time I plonk
two chocolates laxative
in my father's coffee
so he wouldn't go out that night
it was my mother's birthday
but no one cared not even him

many dark secrets of a strange life
dancing around egg shells
and tip toeing down creaky stairs
struggling to breathe in air
choked by un-loveliness

dark secrets yes I have so many
nothing I could tell to anybody
a hair breath to drunk oblivion
a step away from diving
or cutting someone's throat

It was a long tired road
before becoming Grace.