Secrets.
Precious,
shame filled hidden desires
and stories.
Shared,
they are rare gifts.
Not lies,
but longings and fears.
Tearful offerings.
Once whispered they live.
Fragile in another’s ears.
They must be loved.
Respected.
Cared for.
Remembered.
Secrets.
Mirrors into our souls.
Ignored
become shattered bits
of self.
Handled with care
become homes for healing.
Soulful Connections.