My Secret

By Juan C. Diaz @Tearsofwardiaz

Shhh!

No one can know that my

Smile is a prison.

No one can know

That I still try to sew up

The huge hole from the

Thin layer of innocence

That I had discarded

At age fourteen.

No one can know

That I am the tired warrior

Going in to battle hoping

That it will be my

Last.

And if it is my last,

I hope that I am

The last cripple to

Be born on Earth.

This poem is dedicated to Chester Bennington.