Secrets

Secrets. Painful yet comforting. She can’t keep them. She must tell. No one can know. They’d laugh. They’d make fun. She’d be traumatized at the humiliation. Phobias. Some say they are irrational. They don’t understand. They don’t get it. Bridges. Deep water. No one can hear her screams in the water. Silenced as the water enters her throat. Suffocates her. Silences her. They don’t see it her way. No one does. Only she does. Secrets. Necessary to have, necessary to release. Conflicted. Why? Can’t there be a middle ground? It’s a secret of life. A secret yet to be discovered. Even philosophers don’t understand. Can’t find it. They struggled with the mystery of life as a child, now they send out to discover it. She needs help. She needs support. She can’t keep their secrets. She needs to blow. Why? Can’t she just scream them to the world? People would see. People would judge. People would stare. People would know, understand. Secrets, without them we could mend this timid world. Tell. Or else I will.