Security

In a vault somewhere
Deep within a hidden cell
Secured by guards
Both night and day
Locked in a tiny box
Obscurely disguised
Wrapped in sound proof paper
Under lock and key
And internal security
Lye the words you want to say
But are so afraid to speak
Not knowing who will listen
Or judge
Or anger
Or abandon you

Keep it all hushed up
Your truth is of no consequence,
Or so you believe
Conjecturing with conviction
You will neither be understood
Nor trusted
Nor loved
The hush of your silence
Keeping you so safe
From being known
Or understood
Or really loved.

So do not breathe a word
For fear
It will take your breath away
And isolate your thoughts
For ever more
Convinced
To keep the monk’s oath of silence
Never expressing who you are
Or what you need
Taking it to the grave.