Keeper of Secrets

A long time ago, in a dream -
I stood on the edge of a cliff
high on a mountain top
A sorcerer rose up in front of me,
long hair blowing
from the Wind he'd summoned
With a stern look to his face,
he pointed a long finger at me
and shouted, "YOU...
are the Seer of Truth!"

Startled, gasping for air,
heart pounding in my chest,
sweat pouring from my skin
I awakened, only to find myself
sitting in my warm bed
with nothing to be frightened of,
it was just a dream...

Many, many years later
I finally think to ask,
If I am a seer of truth,
why do I have
buried deep within me
so many dark secrets?
Secrets...that have not ever
seen the light of day,
never heard to be uttered
on the clean Wind,
since the day I was used
as their burial ground

I cannot carry them..
inside me anymore
Belonging to others
they were never mine to keep
Burdensome and heavy
having turned to poison
within my body
I feel driven to dig up
those old, old bones
placed and received inside me

Now my eyes
once claimed to see truth
bore into the dark recesses
of my body and mind
and with a sharp spade
one by one
the secrets of others
will come to light

...I feel them
they somehow know
sensing the the burial ground
disturbed
where they thought to hide,
bind, silence, and bury me
along with their dark deeds

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