Secrets are like Cancer.
They do nothing but corrode.
Secrets are not the answer to pain that lives in our soul.
Secrets need not be a part of the collective.
They just need acceptance and never be contemplative.
Secrets eat at the heart of a family.
Mothers and daughters; husbands and wives.
Some think it honorable to not tell what is happening inside.
That honor is unhealthy and it rots our sight.
Loving another does not mean surrendering yourself entirely.
Having love and wanting to be…means only that we trust in our own destiny.
Destiny leads to a natural bond eventually.