I keep the shadows

of my secrets thin and short –


out of the picture.

Monsters
They’re scary
Some are in the closet
Some are under the bed
But you want to know a secret?
The scariest monsters
Are in our heads

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the way
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ a girl can
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( without so much
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ as a gesture
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ )
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀gaze into
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and disarm
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀another set of eyes
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
- and the world didn't notice
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀is a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀secret
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the universe
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀won't give up
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
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People like us
like to keep things from other people.
We don’t find it rather comforting
to have others meddle in our business.

But sometimes,
it’s nice to let the world know
that I am yours and you are mine.

But then--
how could we
when we can’t even make the story of us a possibility?
When we’re unsure of what’s true,
When we are but a secret?

- c.s. (070518)

That morning Glory
Which children spread.
Over earth and sky,
Lingers like secret sunshine.
Permeating a multitude of roofs,
A multitude of rooms.

On oceanside grey,
Their precious feet tread.
Bringing refresh of light,
With every laugh.
I gaze at the sand,
With remnant proof that
Children of light walked here.
When I am still,
The Wind brings me
Whisper of their joy.

Giggling brooks,
Shining stars,
Vibrant flowers of the field,
Cannot compare
To the sweet music
Of Child's contagious laughter,
And the light God gave them,
Shining clear through their eyes of bright.