The hoarded secrets of a lifetime

No more can you keep them safe

As the box have turned rusty with time

Mistakes are a great teacher

Sometimes the lessons are too tough

The present is mauled by the past

One may not share the secrets

But the rusty box bursting at the edges

Waiting to spill over the present moment

Time wears away the facade

The more you try to expunge them

Secrets raise their heads like medusa

Leaving one in a state of transfix©

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