My Dirty Secret

Mar 9, 2012 by Karen Doniere

I wanted to share a poem I wrote last March when I was feeling some kind of way about debt. At some point, we’ve all had at least one negative encounter with debt herself. I wrote this poem in about five minutes. Afterward, I decided to finally get rid of my debt. I’m usually hesitant to share my poems because they are very personal and emotional. What’s your take?

My Dirty Secret

so empty, dead, and hollow
just black inside
some say simply shallow
can’t shake this sickness
alone in this world
to bear this illness
wanna run and hide
don’t know what else to do
credit card was declined
who can help me
mom and pop don’t know
but oh,
how embarrassing
and it feels so good
when it goes down
if only I might,
I could
do it on my own
just leave that card at home.