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My box of dark secrets
by Ed Fleming
open the box of my heart, but first look
on the outside
y g
o n
u u
see? A nice yo
go deeper.
I invite you in,
because it's finally time
I let my soul out;
peel back the quiet lips
or the mouth that boasts
nonsense,
open the lid of the heart-shaped box,
and first, you'll
resting in nice categorized places —
the people and
the schools,
the music and
art I do...
fun things here and there,
all my likes and dislikes;
but there's another box...
go deeper.
This box is more tender
and fragile, yet a little more precious and decorative —
it's my memories (especially childhood ones) and it's shaped
like my first house;
inside, all the old toys and trinkets,
the treasure maps and adventures,
the crushes and kisses,
wonder and excitement
the familiar and missed colors,
laughter echoes from every
yellowing page you remove and read
— but somewhere,
tucked in the corner,
you'll find another box,
a dirty scratched one
purposefully stuffed
under some photos;
my stomach turns a little
as you find and pull out the ragged and
out of place container:
it contains my hard times, and where my nightmares begin —
still, go deeper.
I know that if we must unite and become one, I need you
to unravel me, so go ahead — carefully untie me —
and you'll see more —
a very hard life — pain — remorse,
the things I go through all the time – not simple stuff; yet
there's another box —still another box, well concealed,
almost forgotten, under the floor of the
current box...
holding my breath,
I put my hand on yours as
you try to pull the bottom away;
dear love — I know we were just married
the other day,
but can I totally open myself and show everything?
Yet I know I must, but afterward
you won't want to even look at me,
because in there is me,
the me I don't want to see.
A monster fits inside that
tiny box,
all my motives and thoughts
that I often lose control of —
unspeakable things
that I hate so much;
they're my struggles,
my sins,
my failures,
my scars,
my bad habits,
my ugliness,
my dark secrets;
I wonder even now If they
somehow tricked me into
thinking I loved you,
but with selfish motivations
I gave myself to you,
and we're only waiting until the
evil side of me springs alive,
and then we shatter-
am I even ready for you?
and for our family?
and here I stand on my knees in front of you,
as I try to hide the truth...
but alas....
feel
free to...
please...
go deeper.
Like loosening my grip
on something I've been clutching all my life,
you finally remove the last layer
that keeps the box hidden,
and underneath is a small black jewel case;
using the hand with the ring on your finger, you open the lid,
I close my eyes,
thinking of all the shameful things
you will see;
I feel your hand on my shoulder,
and I open my eyes
to see you smiling,
a sheet of paper, once
crumpled very small, now
unfolded in your lap—
there's a list of many, many
things written across it, but
then on top of it all —
two great red bars, forming
an X across the entire page—
and the words in red:
completely forgiven
to my surprise, I remember
what Jesus did
for me,
he took every single speck on that paper,
and put it on his account,
and paid it all,
even the darkest things
are washed
clean.
You and I know that we
both have these dark secrets,
mistakes—weaknesses,
still clinging to us as we travel,
But the other object
inside that box
is a white cross.
We are being transformed by Him.
I look into your eyes
knowing
we
have
a
long
way
to
go.
now it's your
turn to open
your box.
light inside
No Longer Condemned
Darkness
~
I know that one of the most important things about being completely connected partners when married is being completely transparent with your spouse about everything going on inside.
I imagine one day not too long after either we're engaged or married, that we will just completely turn inside out and show every little thing that we have deep down in our souls to each other. That's what this poem is about. It's going to be a sobering process, and I pray that my future wife will have the patience to love me and work with my weaknesses. And I'm glad that Jesus promised to work on those weaknesses in our lives until we die.
Interestingly enough, Jesus also gets to see the very bottom of our souls if we let him just like it's described here. And he does wonderful things with it for sure.