Concealed Secrets (Trolaan)
Hidden behind layers of brown cloth
hides the secrets of distraught minds.
Hastened threads unravel by a moth
holding what the great darkness finds.
Indulgent beauty, smiles show
in sweet innocence of the prime.
In a jar the secrets mount and grow
its seldom truth is shown to chime.
Never do the puzzle pieces fit.
No full picture shown in truth.
Not her distress nor silent wit
nor love felt to comfort and sooth.
Enveloped in empty space floats
endangered silence of abuse.
Encrusted in years she coats
encrypted notes that are reduced.
............................© Peg Holmes
This poem was created for a contest of a picture showing blank puzzle pieces.
I hope you like it.
Art © Peg Holmes
The art was painted in acrylic.
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