At Writer’s Island, the prompt was, “Secret.”   Something I know a little about…  Amy


Bound-up little girl
heavy with secrets
she never understood
or could quite remember.

Faint whispers in
darkened rooms.
Shamed feelings.
Questions without answers
danced in her mind
in recesses, shadows.

When her truth
was at last unveiled
and then conquered
the psychic straps
that held her captive
were loosed,
and she unfolded slowly.

A Japanese fan
expanding, revealing
dizzying glorious colors
for the world to see.

“Here I am,” says she.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil