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FEBRUARY 8, 2013 6:16PM

Unspoken, Unwritten

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Inside me

 

hide words

 

that I’ve

 

never spoken

 

or written

 

I think

 

of them

 

and wish

 

to share

 

but I’m

 

not strong

 

enough

 

to spill

 

them

 

so they

 

lurk in

 

the dark

 

that has

 

become me

 

these words

 

keep me

 

awake and

 

restless and

 

doubting all

 

left unspoken

 

and unwritten

 

these words

 

are branded

 

into my

 

soul which

 

bleeds with

 

each mark

 

my silence

 

has become

 

my prison

 

of my

 

own making

 

so I

 

do time

 

hoarding my

 

unshared words

  circleoflife

 

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Mary, the format so perfectly compliments the words.
Here, as with your 'Decline Of Spirit', I se more excellent work. My take on this piece is this; The words are aranged in a certain rhythm, that rhythm being the ryhytm of the snake; the outer appearance; that of a snake; the 'silence' of the speaker is loaded with tension because the speaker does not wish to remain 'silent'; the speaker wishes to be 'free' and speak; the unspoken stealth, the undeclared, intangible intentions the snake shape somehow keeps the speaker from speaking, against the speaker's will; perhaps the snake is an outside force, such as some third world government censorship; perhaps the snake is inside the speaker's own soul; some sort of repression; who knows.

Anyway, great post, and food for thought here! Excellent!
I have hidden words too. There are things I can put in words just for me but I cannot share them. I even made a little stucco mailbox where there is a slot for notes but no way to get them out again. I put a few notes in there. It is my secret place. Also there is an old stump in the park here where they have such a slot and a poetry /writing group takes them out and reads them once a month.
I'm not sure if I would subscribe to 'secret' anything, Zanelle. Not even secret 'comments' boxes. I remember a few years back, I was in the Salvation Army, looking at the books, when the manager walked past, somehow, we got into a discussion about the comments box that sat near the cash register; she said that I wouldn't want to see most of the comments people left in it...sad stuff...very sad stuff...

To my mind 'secret' writings are as fun as 'secret' farts; I want to no who the author is.
I think the 'no' I wrote wasn't the 'know' i meant. Freudian slip, maybe?
Haunting and all too familiar. I wish you comfort and peace, and can profoundly relate to how heavily the Unspoken and Unwritten can weigh....Rated with admiration for your courage.