Something happened to me

Something happened to me
And when I tried to speak about it
I spoke of other things.
I couldn’t tell the truth.
So I spoke of remembered wounds,
But those have healed;
And I spoke of lessons I heard,
But those I’ve learned;
And I spoke of paths I walked,
But I am now at the end of them
And look back with clarity.
In none of those things
Lay the heart of my heart.
So I continued on,
Tracing my finger
Along a new fault line
Calling it many names
But none its own.