Past Secrets
Perfectly hidden,
percolating under the surface,
poisonous like cancer,
piranha-like eating away spirit, not flesh,
persistent, until one day, their existence is
proved, diagnosed.
Persuaded, you face reality,
pushing through it,
persevering, you survive,
powerfully thrive. Or
perhaps you don’t. But
perchance you don’t,
positively your loved ones know, you
passionately did the best you could.
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