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 I’ve done

If you knew what has happened

Would it change the fact that we can’t…

That we can’t be what we were?

Have I changed that much?

Not even the mirror recognises these scars

And the empty glass cracks at the sight,

letting all the secrets remain lost

No one must know

No one must care that much

Should they?

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.

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