She carried her secret to the grave
gray skies mourning with the snow
no one knew
the tales of her own suffering
til that day she carried them alone
The procession past the grave
silent on this still final day
no one knew
the memories she held too closely
she spread its ashes and walked away
Closure is for the living
the dead hold their own vigil
as she knew
the burden endured was heavy
til she finally lightened her load
A little twist on the phrase - "taking it to the grave."
Linked at Poets and Storytellers United: Friday Writings #9: Telling Secrets
Nicely done! I like the way the secret is hinted at rather than
ReplyDeletespelled out. (I have my own guess.)
Thank you, Rosemary.
DeleteEach of us can have our suspicions!
"Closure is for the living
ReplyDeletethe dead hold their own vigil"
Indeed
Have a good weekend
Much love...
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteI always enjoy your well wishes.
Of course, this is guaranteed to leave the reader wanting / needing more. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen.
DeleteIt gives everyone a chance to interpret it in their own way ;)
"Closure is for the living"
ReplyDeletetrue that. and yet closure never seems to fix a broken heart, even long after closure, enjoyed your poem sir.
Agreed, Phillip. It is a wonder.
DeleteI'm glad you liked this. Thank you
one wonders how many secrets lie in bronze coffins, forever untold.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed, Beverly.
DeleteSometimes they should stay there as well.
I love, "closure is for the living". So true, but is there really such a thing, I wonder.
ReplyDeleteIt gave me a chill, goosebumps.
ReplyDeleteI could imagine some secrets were a terrible burden and it must be a relief to finally put them down.
ReplyDeletePlease read my post
ReplyDeleteClosure is for the living
ReplyDeletethe dead hold their own vigil - love those lines...nicely done!
secrets can be a heavy burden, and is usually to protect someone, or something.
ReplyDeleteyour poem elegantly tells it. i also like the format of your poem. :)
Bittersweet this one. There is the sorrow of a life lost... But the relief of her soul calls for happy times.
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