– safer, behind my lips

I’ve kept a lot more than I’ve shared,
yet expunged against my will and dared,
divulged inner workings, pits and pips of me bared,
and I see no solution but silence,
leaving my soul intact, unaired, and unimpaired.

I’d rather a hook in my mouth than to share secrets,
let the worlds tongues wag until they rustle up storms,
let the rumours spread about me,
let them eat the flesh off my back until I am naked sinew,
it is noble to be the laughing stock,
the trodden on,
the mocked,
by fools.
W.E.