We who judge the acts of others,
might do well to think and pause,
of what we ourselves do carry:
words spoken and unspoken,
deeds finished, deeds undone.
We would hide them from all others,
we would hide them from our friends,
we would hide them from our lovers,
we would hide them from ourselves.
Buried deep on deep inside us,
just below the surface,
carefully kept from thought and view,
still they haunt us,
shame us, scare us,
in the silence
they thrive and grow.
2 May 2013
Shire on the Hudson
Along the Graybeard Trail 