We all have secrets, some are harmless while others are not, as a child I felt important when asked to keep them and I guarded them fiercely, not knowing that one day my trust would be abused, that I would be expertly drawn in to someone else’s secrets until they’d ultimately become my own. I am alone now, left with what I have lived, with what I know. To continue to carry them, in silence, means to live a prisoner’s life. Love of one’s self and the reality of truth must now overcome the fear, but really, how can one fear betraying another when one has already been betrayed? The world’s readiness to bear the truth cannot dictate, what needs to be done will be done, but the question must still be asked, is it worth the risk? The answer is there, it always has been, in a place of deep knowing, waiting for the moment when love and courage collide, a place that whispers of freedom.
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