Some of my secrets are still unknown to me, some are. I can feel them gathering and I do not know
why.
They are my own private stash of
wishes, memories, realities and fantasies.
Some I have debuted and shared, others I have not, but maybe that was
not the point.
Maybe the only thing my
secrets want me to do…. need to do is reveal themselves to me, acknowledge they
are there, or choose whether or not to participate in them.
The only thing I have to do is have the courage to admit that I
have secrets and that it is ok.
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