top of page


A bookshelf leading to secret places no one knows.

I carry their secrets,

They stain my soul. 

I carry this burden,

I'm as a shield for life's cold.

There needs no more shame,

Or war.

Lies ripple and tear down cities,

The truth is I can't let it hurt one more.

If their secret flew,

I know I would be understood.

Wings that carry the answers,

O but to burn other hearts it would.

The flames would take over,

And only I would be free.

And the pain would carry,

Far past me.

Copyright © November 28, 2021, Jessica A. Goolsby, Secrets, All Rights Reserved.

3 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All


bottom of page