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.