"Secrets are the devil"
My mom told me
"Secrets hide away
Deep inside your soul
They feast on your innards
Till you are dead inside"
She held my shoulder light
"Secrets are the devil,"
Another little boy
Same size as me
With fists half as hard as mine
Said in a whisper
HIs face too close to mine
"I have a secret"
I jumped back
"Secrets are the devil,"
I said and I ran
Then an older boy
Full of mischief and the devil
Told me with a stern face
And rough hands on my shoulders
"It's a secret,"
I knew I had the devil inside me too
The secret ate at me
It crawled under my skin
Gnawing away confidence first
And slowly my whole self
My mom never told me
How to get rid of secrets
So I kept this older boy's secret
And I held it close
Secrets are the devil
The devil eats slowly
So I died slowly
Till I was a shell of a boy
Then one day I told Mom
"Secrets are the devil,
And I have hell inside of me,"
About the Creator
Luisito Gavara
Luisito is a poet and wanderer. He has lived his whole life cross culturally, in languages he isn't quite fluent in, doing things he isn't quite comfortable with.
Keep reading
More stories from Luisito Gavara and writers in Poets and other communities.
Human
It happened over a beer down in Havana Cuba. In a smoky hotel bar that was dirty marble floors and patched up wooden walls. The guard from the hotel I called home patted me on the back. I bought him a beer. We began to talk over a drink through cigar smoke and two people from different worlds found out they weren't so different after all.
By Luisito Gavara5 years ago in Humans
Lately, I'm empty
Lately, I feel an emptiness inside of me that doesn’t make any sense. I was fine a week ago and now I’m numb to the pain that I’ve been carrying around. Numb to the idea of me existing. I wish I could go to a place where I can hear happy positive thoughts and surround myself with joy. The medication I’m on doesn’t seem to work anymore. I still feel pain from existing, why am I here anyways? Merely to exist. I don’t feel like I’m making any differences being here.
By Cerina Galvan2 days ago in Confessions
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.