The secrets that some people keep,

It’d burn your ears to hear them,

The monsters clawing in their sleep,

It’d break your back to bear them.

Don’t ask of them to paint their hell,

Don’t ask for fear that they might tell.

Don’t you be so tender,

don’t you break them with your care-

Small chance you can fix, the mess and the mix,

that they will eventually share.

Silence keeps the sea still,

the storm locked in sky, and the heart beating even and steady.

Know- beyond words and will,

the secrets need shelter, until they themselves are ready.