Unspoken


La Toba (Cuenca, Spain), May 2009

Some things remain untold,
though not unspoken.
Feelings visible as light,
hidden as shameful secrets.

Shame lays, though, in the eyes
of the one who acts and makes,
a stubborn feeling you try
and never succeed at letting go.

To tell night from sunrise,
experience from pain…
an adventure easily untold,
although not always unspoken.

What I see and tell
from my vantage point
finds its cave in me,
visible only to myself,
visible only to my soul.

To feel again complete
in my own company,
comfortable in my own skin:
happy with the cards
destiny dealt to me.

My heart untold,
though never unspoken.

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