This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Secret Keeper

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What we have learned
Was experience.

The chambers
Dark in the heart
Beating.

There is nothing but this this:
Mother to child
Woman open to man.

She would give you
what her life has earned
what her mother told to her.

A different sort of knowledge.

As Eve offered the apple
But had no need of its taste.

The secret passed from
Mother to daughter.

but I have no daughters.

Who will I share it with?

Maybe one day I will find
someone else’s daughter.

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