Secret Keeper

My secrets are not quiet
I hold them plainly
within my cupped hands
fingers close together
so they can travel with me
I speak them
breathe them
surrounded by strangers
freeing each one
in an exhalation
past released
energy shifted
and my form holding true
my secrets drift along
a ripple
every smaller
fading until
the wounds have healed – Caroline A. Slee

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