We all have our secrets
in the shadows
of our souls.
Secrets that flay us;
keep us awake in the dark,
probing as deep into the pain
as your tongue worries at
the tooth’s
old empty abode.
Our secrets show as daytime faces of fear;
suspicion, envy,
guilty haunting inside.
Learn to let go
focus on the
new;
dream of angel wings and
ignore the tickling of the devil’s feather.
Leave behind
your darkest hour and
go forward into freedom.
Yearn toward the time
when your life
takes wings,
the time when men become gods.
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