The thing about our lives, is we get to decide what we share. It’s a gift. When we become an adult and mature, we recognize this gift.
Right now, the secrets I hold bring me strength and peace. I selfishly keep these to myself. I dream in them. I sit in them. I visit them when I’m overwhelmed.
They bandage my hurt. They take away fear, and dry my tears. My secrets are mine… And I don’t have to share them with the world.
Held in a pretty red box, tired with my veins of life. I don’t remember the last time I’ve held on to tight, but absolutely KNOW I have nothing to fear.
Here’s to the moments we heal.
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza