the door
to her room
marked
“Secrets”
wide open
for all to see
and marvel at
its emptiness and
her courageous
disclosure,
but did anyone else
notice
the trapdoor
in the corner
with the word
“Private”
demurely carved
into the floorboards,
among the knotholes
and other imperfections?
Do we ever give it ALL away?
ReplyDeleteha. i like to think i am pretty open with my life
ReplyDeletebut then again that just means the skeletons are hidden
well enough you wont find them unless you look....smiles.
try as we might, unleashing all of our secrets is just as difficult as bottling them all up until they explode.
ReplyDeleteI kind of want a room like this. It seems brave, but has a safe place to hide.
ReplyDeleteWoundology at its finest. We define ourselves by our secrets and hurts. Wear them like badges for the attention they receive, instead of doing the soul work necessary.
ReplyDeleteLove it though.