This secret I’ve kept for so long now
that I’ve forgotten what it is
hidden in the depths of memory
no longer able to give me the answers that I seek
for I’ve kept it tucked away for too long
and now even its secret is a mystery,
random acts from the past when I had long stopped caring,
the pleasures of the moment all that I could see
yet even as time goes swiftly by ,
I know one day, it will emerge again
this secret I’ve long kept hidden in the darkness,
betrayals forgotten, but the guilt remains.
Morrighan's Muse 
I recognize that depth of inner vision. I hear the voice of someone whose reflection brings an uneasy clarity. Glad to see your poetry again. I promised myself I’d read more and blabber on my blog less. Well, I go the first part right. 🙂
It leaves me a bit uneasy.