Cinquain bonus

With secrets

I shared only later

I was alone at my own

Parties, and knowing now that I trusted not

One of

Them to

Help me out of

The angry, slam dance of a

Life I created inside, while the outside was

Truly beautiful,

Is not

A criticism of my

Joyful parties with circles

Of deep heart at the firepit triskellion and

Piñata treasures

For childlike

Adults, I was childish

To keep secrets instead of asking.

I realize now that I was better prepared

Then than

Later when

I finally announced I

Couldn’t take another swipe of destruction.

The nature sprites were there in the garden.

Was I?