My story I want to tell
Releasing the skeletons from the closet
Sweeping the attic and basement clean
Lifting the carpet and removing the debris
But lips’ seal holds fast
Should some secrets ever be spoken?
What of forgiveness?
Forgetting?
Honour?
Release?
Would it really bring me peace?
Or just a hornet’s nest release?
I continue to wrestle with this perennial weed
Its’ roots never quite die
The ground remains uncleared
Forgiving and forgetting
Not quite the same
If left unspoken will it blight my life?
I want to tell my story
Yet again
I leave it for another day
~ Michelle Sherlock~ 2014
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