There are always things which we keep to ourselves. Things which we may be ashamed of or find embarrassing to tell as they may attract judgment or criticism from others. Alternatively, they may be things which we know will cause pain or distress to others and we ought to keep it to ourselves. Nonetheless, keeping secrets weighs on the soul and it is often liberating to share it with those we trust. However, can we really take the risk?
Secrets:
We bear our secrets like a cross,
and seldom do we share,
for when we tell another soul,
our hearts are then laid bare.
And with this risk, it prompts ours fears,
that we may be betrayed,
by those who we would count as friends,
in whom, our trust, we laid.
For secrets that have been disclosed,
can rarely be contained,
the privacy we’ve sought to guard,
will never be regained.
So often we resist the urge,
to lift the weight we hold,
the burden of the world remains,
a story left untold.
And all this weight just sinks our hearts,
concealing all we know,
as no one can be ever told,
unless six feet below.
Yet taking on the risk to share,
can usefully reveal,
0the characters of those we trust,
if friendships are for real.
For if they take not to their graves,
the secrets we entrust,
then it is clearly time that we,
find someone more robust.
And through this method we can sort,
if one is foe or friend,
then we can really, truly know,
on whom we can depend.
