A secret not shared
If I share a secret
it will no longer be my private truth,
my story that only I know,
my reason for fearing or loving or running or clinging
my reason for being too passionate or too removed,
too, too, too
much.
Sharing a secret will take it out of my control.
Instead of the secret consuming me
or fueling me,
It could be used by others
to help, hurt, analyze, explain,
whether I want them to or not.
But keeping a secret in
can be a burden,
And sometimes the burden becomes
too much.
Again,
too, too, too.
Secrets.
I have a few big ones
and many small ones.
The small ones aren’t really secrets,
they’re just things people don’t know
and I don’t care if they do.
It’s the big ones that
cause trauma
and occasional drama,
sleepless nights
and solitary days.
I’ve got a secret.
I’ve got a few secrets.
So do you.
So does everyone.
I might have one I want to let out.
Do you?
