Sometimes, a blank page

can be a little frightening

Like a school essay project

or a novel deadline.


Inside the frightened places

is one fear that one’s secret/s

might spill out on the page.

And not the pretty kind.


Well, sometimes that is worth more

than half the essays written in school

and several rough drafts

of a book never finished.


So often our secrets

are only secret to us.

Often, millions have had

similar experiences.


It isn’t about "telling"

in the end, I’ve found

It’s about reconnection

to being human.