Golden Keeper
I began collecting secrets when I was six years oldJust a child in shadowed corners is the keeper
To the world’s most fascinating gold
To stand and gaze, or use sweeter
Words to pull out those mysteries, unbidden.
Always pushing, going deeper
To find the facts so deeply hidden
That their simplistic existence is a shock and pain
To those forced to confront them. Forbidden
Mysteries are a gem to find; people feign
Ignorance to protect what is theirs, but I know best.
Whether sneaking through darkness in the perfect domain
Or whispering well-placed remarks, and when pressed
Words of every nature come tumbling out
Til all is revealed and the creature now sits distressed
At what lies before them. Admittance of marriage broken beyond doubt.
Lust that runs rampant, far beyond what can be foretold.
Betrayal of a friend, held dear, a friendship that teeters without
Trust. I began collecting secrets when I was six years old
Now a woman seeped in knowledge,
What power I do hold.
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