The Secrets That Were Killing You

A Poem by Steven Goodykoontz

You are angry at me and I understand

You think I backstabbed you

But you know that is not how I am

You had secrets that were tearing you apart

You thought that you would be safe

But those things were poison to your heart

I had to tell to free you from your past

You forced my hand when you did not tell

Hopefully now, you can be free at last.

I know you are angry and probably sad

But I know that we will be friends again

This situation is not so bad.

See, my friend, secrets kill

You were holding yours in

Then the Devil would start to steal.

He would steal your dignity

Your self-worth and love

Then he would come after your family.

I was only trying to help

Nothing more was I trying to do

You were spiriling all the way to Hell.

I could see the lost in your eyes

You were lost and confused

You see, secrets kill lives.

As a friend, a brother in Christ

I had to look after my bretheren

Even if it meant us being in strife.

You are a great man

You are an intellectual

You have been a great friend.

You can be mad at me forever

But search deep down

You must know that I was trying to keep you from Satan's evil endevor.

My friend, I love you

I love you no matter what you do

Just ask yourself, What Would Jesus Do?

© 2008 Steven Goodykoontz

Author's Note

This poem is for my friend in hopes that he will see it my way and that he would know that secrets kill. If he sees this poem, I hope that he sees that I was trying to help, not cause grief or dismay. I think of him as a brother and a person that has great potential. God loves him with all his heart and he drew me to tell his secrets to our youth cell leader. I hope that he sees this and see my side of the story.