I know we all live

under the same moon.

 

I know that an identical skeleton

lives in all of our closets.

 

I know by faith or miracle

we have the same family heirloom.

 

This pain,

we pass down from each generation.

 

Only to stuff it into crevices

we hope nobody else will see.

 

Forgetting each time to check

behind all the other lonely doors.