Skeleton Key (a poem)

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)


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