Secrets that I keep

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog! ~ Emily Dickinson

There is a secret I keep.
I store it away deep inside me. Forever fearing that it will be told to another. This secret causes many trials and tribulations in my life. For if it leaks out, how will people look at me? Will they treat me differently? Will footsteps tread lighter around me? Or will they walk away from fear of the unknown?

My secret can’t be seen.
It can’t be touched.
It can’t be heard.
Then, how do I describe my secret to others?

I get the courage to face my fears, to share my story, and to slowly unveil my secret. Then, it becomes possible to even explain.

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