What If

I’m seeking for places
to hide my griefs,
to bury my sorrows,
I’m not going to ask those
who have already shed
every layer of pain
over and under their skin.
but to the ones who will disclose the secret places
where already a pile of heartaches are confined.
what if,
the heartaches, sorrows and
griefs are uncovered again?
what if,
this pain strikes me or someone’s heart again?
what if,
this pain gives new scars to someone?
I’m afraid of asking someone
about those places where
they buried their miseries.
I’m afraid of burying my own grief.
Let it burn inside me.
Let it live within me and let it die with me.