Tell our secrets
They are written large
Upon our skin
Show don't tell
She giggles
I pass my fingers
Over the fleshy pink lumps
Hard to believe
What we have done
Its truth is everlasting
All the pain and suffering
The calm and purpose
We are not sure
Of what we have become
A walking book
Words as flesh
Letters as scars
All the while a song of being
Could there have been
A different way
We stop and think
Too late now
To consider alternatives
We are what we are
Secrets spilling out
A past
A moment
A life
Maybe now we can rest
We have shown all we
Need to show
Secrets and truths
All a story
We dare not speak out loud.
