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
