Secrets

Is there anything I was asked

That would put me off my stride

Is there anything of shame

That I would prefer to hide

Giving it some thought

I smiled and realised

That within the whole of my life

There are some secrets –

I would prefer to let lie

Lie in quiet and secret repose

Hidden from the view

Of those that I love the most

To avoid facing as the accused 

Secrets returning from my past