The Secret
They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a little lower When we talk, nothing seems to make sense The voices are strained Like empty glasses If you knew what
Author: Maria A. Arana
Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, and poet. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, Peeking Cat Anthology, Nature Writing, and Nasty Women's Almanac.