Poetry: Missing Piece

poetryMissing Piece

The missing piece.

What I had sought after day after day.

Sleepless night after night.

It was hidden in my own mind.

Like a coded secret.

You ruined your own life.

I had watched it all unravel.

An empty space surrounds your deceptions.

Cast out by the unbearable lightness of truth.

Still I keep your secrets safe.

Secrets that are never to be released.

Instead they will be burnt.


Their ashes will lift towards heaven.

With whisper apologies to the only ones capable of forgiving you,

I will keep your secrets.

Like treasure.

Tucked away.

You made me a victim.

A prisoner of my own guilt.

It was always your fault.

You had tricked me into believing it was mine.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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