a Journey

Secrets that devour
Secrets that haunt

I wake to remember
the end of a sentence,
once said, but I know
I may never hear again.

I seem to see your face.
Fear catches my breath,
and I turn cold;
because I'm not strong enough
to pretend around you.

Now I'm hollowed out.
Withered dry,
by all that cannot be named.

I am firewood
ready to burn.
Set me ablaze,
as orange-red flames against
the funny grey sky.

The darkness of my secrets glow.
Its pretty colours
Charred.
What used to twinkle and glitter
has its facade stripped.

Secret's true colours
is but bleakest black.

And so I shall let the fire burn,
until I decide what to do
with my secrets' darkness.

The time has come, to close this chapter. This saga. Or whatever else it may be called. Everything new starts with goodbye. I won't think so much anymore. I'm just going to do, what I know must be done.