Dark unopened rooms

Dark unopened rooms

places where no-one dares to go.


Written in letters unsent

trapped in minds; never uttered.


Brushed under carpets

whispered; sometimes through decades.


Life shattering, unsayable things

heartbreaking and unacknowledged.


Painfully suspended in time; never shared

burnt embers of a life half lived.


The healing wings of truth

forever clipped by shame.


Secrets that should have been spoken

lay in graves forever silent.

January prompt-a-day with write alm today’s prompt is – family secret(s)


A little poem…

author unknown.

Today I smiled, and all at once things didn’t look so bad. Today I shared with someone else, a bit of hope I had. Today I sang a little song, and felt my heart grow light, and walked a happy little mile, with not a cloud in sight.

Today I worked with what I had and longed for nothing more. And what had seemed like only weeds, were flowers at my door. Today I loved a little more and complained a little less. And in the giving of myself, I forgot my weariness.

Hope you enjoy reading this, it just has such a lovely sentiment, don’t you think?

All part of my 2012 positive thinking regime folks!

Have a happy rest of your week.

Jane xx