When secrets are
What goes unsaid
The trees
The skies
The clouds
Seem further away

You had to
Come to understand
That the silence
Was the process
Of keeping
Stories hidden

They had built
Their world
Around secrets
You were good
At them too
At times

But you were
Bad with
The ones
That shouldn’t

Have been hidden

That shouldn’t
Have been
Secrets at all

© Niliema Karkhanis

For creative writing prompt #5 about secrets from Literary Residency

Featured image by Toa Heftiba from Unsplash

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