Your story is locked inside
You won’t talk, instead
you find a new subject:
clothes or garden.
‘What’s done is done,’
you say.
‘That was another day.’
History locked away
inside a vault,
leaving fathomless mysteries
names on birth certificates
and censuses.
Secrets saved as treasures,
Truth tucked tightly behind
closed doors
you won’t unlock.
Shawn L. Bird 