Do you have secrets? Secrets you can tell no one, not even on your blog? I have a secret. I will never be able to tell it and sometimes the strength of that secret overwhelms me; and yet still I keep it.
I keep it because it is precious. At least, it is precious to me. If I told my secret it would never be the same. For my secret is fragile, as fragile as gossamer that drifts in the breeze on a summer’s day, and yet if my secret were ever told, it would be strong enough to destroy everything I hold dear.
I long to share it, for the burden I feel is sometimes so great that I weep under the duress and live in constant fear that the truth will out. I shall betray myself.
And yet I must not, I cannot.
It gives me great joy and yet the heartache I feel holding it sends me into the depths of despair. It changes everything and nothing at all, for I will never share it and I am the only one that keeps it. I treasure it as secrets must always be treasured.