Secret.....

For the prompt Secret, at the Writer’s Island.. Better late than never.

Words - More words. Hand motions - Quickening to a blur.

Straight faces - Eyes fixed forward - Pretending there is calm; While like a seething, shifting mess Pain hides; Behind bitter sweet memories - Filed away, locked deep - In the dank, dark recesses Of a shattered hope.

The lord giveth, The lord taketh We like homing pigeons return; To the same shattered places.