Shh, don't tell

I've felt a lock 

Inside my mind

Golden against the dark.

Glowing secrets 

Kept near, to whisper

I hear, them whispered

And fear, those whispers

Every now and again. 

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

the secrets we try to keep of ourselves, from ourselves....sooner or later we overhear...
and that is something fear...as they say..."what we don't know won't hurt us"---