Identity, Living, Poetry


Secrets are only dangerous if you keep them.

Shameful until they are aired.

A counterintuitive twist of fate,

relinquishing them releases you from their grip.

But what of those that belong to the collective –

Not just yours to share.

Do you bind yourself to others in your freedom?

A guilty conscience from your gushing?

How does one get free when he is beholden to others?