59. Taboo

There are certain things
we are not allowed to say,
certain things
of which
we cannot speak.

I say a great many
things,

but certain things
I cannot, will not,
ever say.

These are the things
we carry in our heavy hearts,
staining the eggshell wall,
blurred with the dim,
half-hearted flicker
of a dusty lamp.

These are the things we whisper
to the deadened night,
when the children have gone to sleep
and the moonshine peaks through
the blinds

burdens,
guilt,
regrets,
secrets -