Where Secrets Live   Leave a comment

The Gravel Ghost

There’s a place where secrets live.

They float.  In the sky.

Like thoughts.  In the mind.

They hide.  In storms.

In lightning.  And thunder.

In wind.  And rain.

In rays.  Through clouds.

At dawn.  At dusk.

Or deep – At midnight.

They’re yours.  Alone.

Not shared.  Not ever.

These are not the kinds of secrets that one thinks of when they see the word.  Those are usually tarnished with bad things.  Or they’re a really, really good and exciting thing that cannot yet be revealed.  Like a gift that’s waiting to be given.

Those aren’t the kinds of secrets I’m talking about.  I’m talking about the secrets that have no words.

Secrets of emotion that a person cannot talk about or speak of.  They have no voice other than how they make you feel.

Sometimes those secrets are of the pain of betrayal, of being stabbed in the back by…

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Posted September 11, 2020 by kenneturner in Information

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