![]() There are secrets poets keep deep within their hearts like the first time it was broken then the last time it was taken and we keep the secrets of quiet days when God speaks such gentleness in us that we cry, cry from the depth of meaning meaning so many miss and we share them in words eloquent sometimes simple sentiments sometimes with a hyphen to join one thought to the next secrets that are hard for us to share they aren’t the secrets of who we forgot who we never loved, who we loved and sometimes who we never knew they are the secrets of the universe tucked somewhere between our pen and our desire to be heard it is as if, as if God is asking us “What are you going to do, sit there and say nothing? Sit there in your writer’s solitude while the world falls apart? Do something…” So we do and for most of us, if not all of us it is the most painful of experiences, we go from those quiet days into louder ones filled with know-it-all critics and agents and then rejections of poems- some times acceptance like a crown was granted on top of a poet, waiting to be seen, waiting to be heard, but we kill something we had in that quiet but we want to break it break it and for that we are willing to have the world gaze upon our words as if they knew us intimately and they want to and they need to how else will they explain their very existence By Melinda Cochrane copyright also published at lifeasahumanmagazine
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