Revealing Layer After Layer

Reaching Deep Within

Finding our darkest sin

One we have long since buried

Down under as far as we can go

Thinking it is hidden from the world

Then one day the thought rises in our heads

We try to forget

It won't go away

It was so many years ago

Why now ?

Why me ?

I have done everything since then to be better

Why can't you leave me alone

Find someone else to bother

I have tried to hide

I have cried

It is no use

You will follow me wherever I go

Nobody must ever know

How could they find out

I will never tell

You are only a thought

That creeps in my darkest hour

When I am sick and not feeling well

Go away

You don't belong here

I will not give you any time or energy

Soon you will fade

Back in the hole

That I have dug

Gone for good

Because I will not let you rule my life

Lets make one thing clear

I did something stupid

I was young and foolish

Listening to my peers

I will not let you cause me great harm

I have carried the weight of you on my shoulders for long enough

O.k.

You will not haunt me no more

I am here to dig you up

Each shovel I lift you become less and less

Now I reach where you were laid to rest

A half gallon of friendly's ice cream

I don't even remember what flavor

Stolen from the glass case

A friend grabbed it and we ran

There was no turning back or we would get caught

I would be in big trouble

We had no spoon to eat it

So we ate it with our hands

It really wasn't that good

It was too cold on a hot summer day

The guilt was heavier than the shame

Now the world knows

A hole in the ground stands

Where my fears once lay

Now out in the open

I can have a good day


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annart 2 years ago from SW England

Great poem! It's true that a transgression once aired becomes less of a worry. Everyone knows so you've dealt with it - superb!

Ann


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DREAM ON 2 years ago Author

annart It is strange how our mind works in mysterious ways. Some things rise to the top like cream when it separates from fresh milk. Thank you for reading and commenting.


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annart 2 years ago from SW England

I like the metaphor!


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DREAM ON 2 years ago Author

annart There is no telling what stories our memory holds. Only one way to find out is to keep searching and writing and see what pops up. It is such a special feeling having people read a writing that I created from my past. Thank you so much for caring and sharing. I hope your day is filled with adventure and love.

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