The Poetry Corner featuring Deanna Liebman

Good morning everyone! Today, I’d like to welcome a newcomer to the Poetry Corner, Deanna Liebman.

Secrets by Deanna Liebman

I wanna make a promise, to the lost and forgotten.

That I’ll give you a hand to hold, just please don’t hold it too tight.

Don’t slip away, don’t fall to fast, I’ll help break your fall. I’ll catch you through it all..but I promise I won’t always be

Your secret is yours for me to keep. But only if you wish to share.

We’ll keep it between you and me, nobody has to know, nobody really cares.

But you see, I have no secrets to share. Secrets mean nothing to me if the other person doesn’t care. My past doesn’t define me,
and neither do my dark secrets. You can paint it on the wall, and I won’t recognize that they’re mine. You see..secrets were
meant to be shared, not forgotten or bottled up. Secrets are only scares that we’re ashamed of, wounds that we’re embarrassed
of, memories we wish to forgot..but in reality they’re really painful lessons.

I can tell you my secrets and not be ashamed of who I am. I won’t regret telling you either. Because maybe my secret can help the very least it helps us to “bond” I don’t care if you keep my secret. For I’m an open book. I do care if you use it
to make fun of me tho. But then it shows how immature you are. I tell my secrets to share and to help myself heal. But to you,
it’s just a dull blade. I don’t tell my secrets to make you feel sorry for me. I tell them because I feel they need to be
healed. And once I’m over it…I can tell you.

But I’ll keep your secret, because you told me to. Because this is what you need healed. This is what bothers you. And I won’t
tell everyone. Your secret is for you to share. I’m not obligated to know. But your secret is safe with me, because I care about
you. I won’t hesitate to tell you mine. The only reason why I would want to know yours is to help cut the chains to what holds
you back, to make you realize your secret isn’t really bad. But rather a lesson.

Awesome poem, Deanna! Thank’s so much for sharing! 🙂

If you would like to share your poetry here, or know anyone that would like to be featured, please email me at

As always, any poetry shared remains the property of the poet. I only share it with the poet’s permission.


About CP Bialois

Where do I begin? Well first I guess it's only fair to say that CP Bialois isn't my real name. It's a collaboration I made out of the three greatest pets anyone could ever want. My real name is Ed and I'm just an average person that has found a way to do what he loves. For as long back as I can remember I loved to pretend. Whether it was with my Transformers, GI Joe, or He-Man toys I loved to create intricate plots and have them fight it out. As a fan of horror, science fiction, action, and comedy I dare say my taste in movies are well rounded. Some of my favorites were Star Wars, Star Trek, martial arts, and anything with Swarzenegger in them. I'd write my own stories about the characters I saw in the theaters or TV or I'd just daydream about what I'd see myself as the hero of course. You can't have a daydream without beating the bad guys, getting the girl, etc. It's just not right to envision yourself as a flunky or sidekick. As far as books I loved Sherlock Holmes, Treasure Island, Dracula, and the normal assortment. My early love was the Star Trek novels, I'd read them or the Hardy Boys relentlessly. For a time I could tell you the plot of over a hundred books not to mention comics. I have to come clean and say that I learned to read because of comic books. I was bored, make that extremely bored when we started to read in school. Reading "the cat fell down" really didn't interest me. My dad, who continues to astound me with his insight to this day, figured comics would work. With that in mind he went to the newstand in town and bought issues of Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Tales From the Crypt, and Spider-man. He patiently read through them with me until I picked it up. Whether it was him or the comics I learned to read in about two weeks and for a while few were as good as I was. For years after that whenever we'd go out he'd always spring for a couple of comic books for me. While it wasn't exactly the perfect beginning everything I've ever read or have seen has influenced me in some way and now is the time I'd like to share some of the ideas I've had over the years with all of you. I hope you enjoy my stories, they're always fun to write and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.
This entry was posted in Poetry Corner, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s