A burden, a secret
Of the family kind,
Taught well by their values.
Today it is broken.
Sitting with your parents
Looking them straight in the eye,
You tell your secret
That no one wants to speak of.
Silence means it does not exist.
Bipolar disorder,
Now the words are said.
Telling them, questioning them
About your past.
Family secrets are now one on one.
No denying any more, you say.
But no one really listens,
It's swept under the rug.
Silence means it does not exist.
Copyright Denise A White
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