There is nothing left to hide
There is nothing more to tell
I unlock what’s kept inside
All those years that I lied
Down the stairs that I fell
There is nothing left to hide
Through the tears I brushed aside
Streaming down the wishing well
I unlock what’s kept inside
Why is it that I cried
My soul I would not sell
There is nothing left to hide
I did not become a bride
Roses I would never smell
I unlock what’s kept inside
All the things that I have tried
Now I refuse to dwell
There is nothing left to hide
I unlock what’s kept inside
Photo by Sandra Carlson
© 2010
The Juice Bar 
Healing, hard-won liberation well rendered, and I like the shattered-dream image of tears streaming down the wishing well. that stunning picture of you always puts me in mind of some classic movie star and as soon as I figure out who I’ll get back to you.
Yes, please get back to me, thank you Paul! 🙂
You’re welcome. Class dismissed.
So lyrical…I see your singer songwriter side as I read this fine gem Lisa darling.
Thank you darling Hicks
Now I see that too!!
lovely Villanelle Lisa!.there is nothing left to hide…wonderful! paolo
Grazie Paolo GrazIe my friend!
Ingrid Bergman. It finally came to me! Don’t think many women can pull off sexy in a hat but look up all those promo pix of her wearing those great lids in flicks like casablanca and “Notorio” and so many others. Andy Warhol did her in a hat painting. Hats loved her and that hat loves you as much as you love that hat.
I think my day was just made!! So kind, Thank you Paul 🙂
You and this poem — gems “unlocked” from deep swirling nature. This is a precious poem — diamond cut — the jade face of a totem…immortal!
Marcus
Marcus, you are a doll, thanks so much!
Wow Lisa, your poem is so heartfelt and beautiful.