The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking
confess the secrets of the heart.
Saint Jerome
The Box
The box sat quietly
forgotten by most
high up in the attic
it held her lifes' ghosts.
It waited for years
to roll slowly on by
to tell again it's secrets
for ghosts never die.
The years came and went
she got married, had kids
and the box kept her secrets
from where it was hid.
Sometimes late at night
up the stairs she would creep
and stare at the box
bitter tears on her cheeks.
And the box remained silent
as the years fell away
the house became still
and her hair turned to gray.
While alone slowly rocking
in her chair one day
she looked up to heaven
for forgiveness and prayed.
Slowly she climbed
the stairs once again
and took from the attic
that symbol of sin.
And setting the box
on a table nearby
she opened the lid
and tears filled her eyes.
She carressed each item
and the memories came
flooding her soul
and easing her pain.
A packet of letters
tied with a bow
and one written to him
on the bottom below.
The letter from her
though had never been sent
and it contained the secret
the ghosts of her torment.
She touched next the blanket
her baby had worn
the one she hadn't kept
the one she still mourned.
Her tears rolled down
as she remembered that day
taking the powder
to make it all go away.
In agony she cried
alone giving birth
to a premature baby
to small for this earth.
Then placing it gently
into the soft ground
and turning away
knowing it wouldn't be found.
Silently weeping new tears
she sank to the floor
and begging forgiveness
her life was no more.
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The song you are listening to is Secrets by Bruce DeBoer. You can hear more of his original compositions here.
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