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SeCrEtS...

These are truths that you
should never have whispered...

Can you take them back?
No...it is too late, I think
They are no longer innocent...
No longer shadows...that flit
and scamper like children
They are voices now
Loud and louder...
Grown and multiplied...
Adult....and...matured...
They
Β roam my head
Inhabit it...
growing, expanding, stretching
Bursting the seams
Screaming to escape
Screaming...Β 
To...Β 
Escape...
You can't take it back...
And I...Β 
Can't...
Keep...
It...Β 

Marion Price(2020)

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Marion

Thankyou Lisa πŸ’•

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Being Me

Once something has been said it is out there!Β  Words can wound... I know there are times when something needs to be said, but sometimes there are things better left unsaid.

Another fab write x

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Marion

Appreciate your support Tina...thankyou. You know I was thinking about docs and priests when I wrote this...wondering where the cut off was between confidentiality and public interest you know? Can you imagine some of the stuff they must carry in their heads?? ...hugs πŸ’•

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The fish of the sea

Smashing write! I would have missed it too if it wasn't for Tina! I too face this fact of scars that never healed, especially from Little FishΒ Poem, the whole reason I moved to poetry to share my feelings... Although I managed to move away (escape my problems) I couldn't imagine still being in that situation... I hope poetry gives you some freedom for you Marion. And remember we are all here for you. Kind regards. The Fish of the Sea

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Marion

Thanks love...poetry is a great way to dump.emotions...on others!! 🀩 Seriously ...I have found it so healing...hugs πŸ’•

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Yiyan Han

An interesting and popular topic, Marion, there are two things everyone keeps - secret and mask.

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Marion

Wow Yiyan what wise wise words...excellent material for a poem!! 🀩🀩

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Tony Taylor

Everyone said it well.....another Truly insightful and poetically stirring piece!!.......You go girl!!.......smiles......T xoΒ  : )

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Marion

Thanks Tony...appreciated my friend πŸ’•

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Pen in teale

Oh dear! I won't tell you any then!
I prefer not to be told myself, then I can't repeat. Of course this has deeper meaning than just that, I hope it was cathartic to write. Wonderfully written and presented. πŸ‘

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Marion

Ha ha..lol...I am actually quite trustworthy Pen...😊...I was thinking about doctors and clergy...wondering where the cut off was between confidentiality and public interest. Thankyou so much love πŸ’ž

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Pen in teale

You know when I was typing my reply I started to say I wonder how priests must feel after a day full of confessions? And then years?
But I felt that I was waffling on your page so I stopped. 😊

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Marion

Hey Pen..I am.always waffling on others people's pages..lol. Never be afraid to waffle...it's how conversations start...😊😊 Thankyou so much love πŸ’ž

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Pratibha Savani

Showing the intensity and frustration in this arrangement and words with these secrets. Very well written as always! You always have a very good way with words. PxπŸ’œ

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Marion

Thankyou ...hugs πŸ’•

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Samantha Latimer

This is brilliantly written... I have often felt like this and so can relate very well to your words here.Β 

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Marion

Thanks Samantha...appreciated love πŸ’•

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