Poetry Series – Safe Adults

When we ask another person to keep quiet about what we’ve done, we’re asking them to carry the burden and weight of actions that we know were wrong. Often if we’ve put people in situations where they feel unsafe, once the truth finally comes out the sense of unease, and lack of safety will shift to ourselves. This doesn’t mean you silence them, it doesn’t mean you keep lying, or use manipulative tactics to try to keep them silent.
It’s time to sit with that lack of safety, those feelings you gave away. When they come back, it’s your opportunity to repent. I don’t believe that hell is a separate place – I think it happens here on earth when there’s the truth around and we refuse to accept it.

Safe Adults

Safe adults don’t ask you to keep secrets
They are silent but deadly
and kind of like farts
They tend to come from an ass
Bloated, unnecessary
nothing but gas
Safe adults don’t ask you to keep secrets
this is true for everyone
Secrets are burdens, wedges, weight
Often, if not always, unnecessary to carry
Even for generous people
not everything that is asked of us
truly has a place
Safe adults don’t ask you to keep secrets
they don’t set examples with secrets
or lies
they’re not worried more about their image or reputation
than the pain that grows inside
Safe adults may not be your parents, family, or their friends
They can be
But safety is no default of any relation, it comes from facing the pain beneath

Healing and finally setting themselves free.


Much love, until next time.

Published by Payge Gray

Poetry, writer, creative thinker & life lover. I'm just here to share in the humanity.

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