strangers inside

there is a stranger inside you

which cannot be seen and cannot be moved

but it behooves you to act

not just on fact or any pact

 

it shows us the way so we aren’t so fey,

and tells us to stay

when we stray from the path

we say well trod

 

so we shod ourselves with this stranger inside

whom sometimes we confide and

tell our secrets of old and new

 

it knows the secrets we don’t even tell ourselves and

puts them away on shelves it has built

in ourselves we call flesh and bone and

in the end all is shone

poetry fiction and non fiction

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