secrets

In the dark of night when everyone is asleep, or in the still of an empty house, I whisper my secrets out to try to give them flight. I shout them in the quietest voice I have to release them from me, begging them gone. They swirl in the air, and I wonder if anyone else can feel them just hanging there.

I wonder what secrets others call in the night. Do we really actually want someone to hear them? To name them and take them from us?

They find their way back though, they always do. Crawling into my chest, latching onto my heart. "Don't worry we don't take up much room." ... "But you are so heavy." Nibbling here and there at what's inside of me.

Until the night comes again, and release them for a moment or two.



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