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We Call Those Secrets - June 25, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jun 25, 2024
  • 1 min read

every hair on a head has a life

wants to lengthen and flourish

but we chop them back

shape them like a bonsai

then snip again and again

 

makes me wonder what else

we don’t want to emerge

from inside us  something

doubt or fear keeps cutting

each time it raises a head

 

something we don’t want

to reach the light of day

 

guess we call those secrets

 

though I know they grow

quite differently in darkness

 

much uglier and more twisted

than the hairs on a head

 
 
 

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