Memories or Secrets?

I rose with the sun;
I rose with gratitude,
With bliss, and eagerness
For life, for a chance
To be, to make
A difference,
To feel, and exist
In every breath.

I rose, and trouble rose—
No strange feeling,
Yet no true
Understanding
Of it have I.
Only this lacking—
Incompleteness, some
Blanks, emptiness,
Where once existed
Something
Buried in memory,
Or perhaps,
Hidden
Somewhere within;
Someplace deep.

Some secrets, some
Have claimed,
Are intended
For our good—
I set out to seek,
Beyond my depths,
For truth
In such claims.
Will I find memories,
Or secrets?

---

Photo by Loren Gu on Unsplash

##