today
I overcame the urge
to let you in on my secret

the sky
had splintered
and a fragment fell
the debris flew
obliterating my view
then settled
I had survived for another battle

with

a broken leg
a missing arm
no fingers
on either palm
the heart has a hole
it remains unclosed

but

I overcame
the urge
to tell you my secret
that I was hurt
and needed to be
where soft-footed nurses
checked for pulse
fed through intravenous drips
and I could lay 
unconscious
of the secrets I held.

©Shail Mohan 2015