She came rushing into life too soon,
resembling a tiny, wounded bird.
The doctors called her premature,
I called her, “My

The Box

Locked within
Secrets hide
A darkened space
Filled with lies

Shame and fear
Hold fast the key
Chained within
A child

I wish you had not told me
Things I didn't want to know.
Or taken me, in confidence,
To where I shouldn't go.
You shared deceit

Secrets

Since childhood

All my secrets

With others I shared

Some with laughter

Others brought tears

None was kept

But

The Simian Crease.


( In Chiromancy, the Simian Crease is a fusion of the heart and head lines on the palm of the hand, and