I want to trace my family’s history,
go back + find out how we got here –
there was a suicide in the ‘70s, a wound
we carry but do not discuss –
secrets hide in the shadows
+ who knows how they affect us.
I want to trace my family’s history,
open locked doors with a skeleton key,
enter dark rooms,
turn on a bare light bulb,
expose the ugly truth –
I’m afraid of what I might see.
(Photo by Silas Köhler on Unsplash)
