It was over a decade ago. What did it matter now?
Long buried secret was hurting no one but her. To reveal it would complicate so much.
But she was tired of carrying it. It made her feel ashamed. Weak.
Hiding in a shell like she always had.
The truth will set you free.
But what honor is there in causing turmoil to rid yourself of burden? One that might be best born alone.
Silence has its price too.
There is no easy answer. No easy out.
Not for the good. Not for the wicked.
Only your heart can lead.
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sometimes secrets need to be broken – wisely, and with help. Hopefully the heroine in your story (for heroine she is) will find that one person with whom she can share the secret and who can help bear the burden.
Nicely done. I agree with Barbara.
Beautiful and poignant.
That one might just strike a chord or two in many of our hearts. Good one.
Very interesting, it’s almost a flip perspective from my story. Makes you think. Nice work!
The keeping of secrets, the holding of misplaced shame…always ends up destructive. Great piece.
Oh my…that one strikes a chord with me. And unlike some others, I believe some secrets should NEVER be told.