By Isolde
Date: 18 June 1999

Undone

I opened my secret closet
Spilling my skeletons
Onto the floor
A strew of bones
I would now take back
But what is done
Can't be undone
What is said
Can't be unsaid
And that tiny chink
In my armor
That might have been
The key
Is once again filled
Chink repaired
Keyhole blocked
Walls rebuilt
Around the fortress
Of my heart