O Secret!

A yearning wishful poetical entreaty for someone to confide in.

Wherefore are my secret-keepers?
I search them in these darkest hours.
Shrouded by the night-sky livery,
Dwell secrets that reside within me
Awaiting their hide-away telling
Within comfort of arms and tears intertwining.

There lay skeletons in my closet
And only they know wherein they dwell,
My secret keepers, they alone,
Know the names of each past mistake,
But they shall never tell; as was sworn
By vow spoken and reaffirmed in every telling

First the one, then the many more added to the one before.
Such vows unworldly are ne'er broken, always sheltered
From the storms. Each Secret then rests safe within, they;
My secret-keepers, who gave me comfort in tear-filled hours
And drowned those secrets I had to tell; in the depths
Of watery graves, where they ever kept them well.

So wherefore are my secret-keepers?
I have need of them in my weeping
They who distance my life mistakes
And teach me better of myself.
I await the sought-out hide-away telling
And the comfort: arms entwined, hurt dispelled.