This secret that lingers
In you and bombards
Demanding a safe carrier.
Day by day, gaining weight
And turning into a rock.
How do you find the right
Ears to whisper it to?
The able shoulders to
Unload it onto?
You can't just throw it
At your pillow.
It's already overburdened
With tears and your drool.
Or you can't just scream
It off from a cliff hoping
The wind would carry it
To a place of no return.
If there was a competition
For bearing such a weight
Of a secret.
I wouldn't win it.
Crushed by even hints of
Such secrecy-
Spread, surrendered
And bled out on a paper-
The urge to unburden
Myself readily. The urge
To shed extra-baggage
In order to travel light.
I want to be a feather to
Fly away when the wind blows.
Or turn me into a quill to
Do the same.