Intense thoughts, like active beings, come and go. Haunt us then flee, leaving ajar the door

To tell…or Not

I want to pour out my heart
but keep holding back
For I keep thinking about
the pain and the hurt

I want to tell you my story
the bare, naked truth
To undress myself
and be understood by you

I want to, I want
but still cannot tell
If in time to come
I’ll wish I didn’t tell

© Bonyo Buogha 2011

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