My Conscience

My Conscience


Tied between the tides’unfold
Dwell the secrets dare not told
Rolling, drifting, floating in sea-green blue
Waiting to unlock the sweetest taboo
If my secrets are contained in a hermit’s shell,
when washed upon shore will they then prevail?
If I placed them in a bottle that sunk to the ocean floor,
will they then be found one day stuck in sand upon the shore?
If so, then let my secrets stay with me,
for they are not safe even if tossed into the sea.
I will tell no one! They will stay in my heart.
My secrets and me til death do we part.

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