Not a confession
They say that you are only as sick as your secrets.
It is a hard thing, a weakening and strength-sapping thing,
To have such an important part of my life buried under a sealed stone.
Hi – I’m Maud, the total fraud – a fake on the take.
(2005, Joanne Hart, published in Carapace)

Such a powerful poem… Hope you’re well
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