THEY WHO WILL

So many stories lie hidden

Cautiously…



Protected and guarded from view

In darkening corners

And unkept rooms

Inside the human soul



While the soul

In consequence

Shrinks



So many souls

Fainting and falling

Smothered and dying

Beneath

The ever mounting weight of burden

Demanded

As the token price for

Keeping secrets hidden therein



Well...

Unto what end therefore

Must each hidden story

Inevitably go…



To the slow inner death

Of those souls who will not open up

Or

The life and recovery

Of they who will

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