Secrets

I feel awe reading this, Sammy.  The cleansing of your secrets is an inspiration.  I like the way you here refrain from revealing what any of them actually are.  That's not what's important here.  It's how you handle them.

Thank you Crowfly. Life isn't as much about the things that happen as it is about how they touch us and how we react.

This poem, despite the cleansing, seems so foreign and desolate.  I suppose that's the best way to distill secrets-in utter privacy and through the uncaring elements.  

Unfortunately this is just fantasy. I try to treat secrets like they are a special kind of reality, but they are just things that happened that make me who I am but I hid because of the pain of the shame. I can't burn them and leave them like I want to but I can work through the shame and accept them as part of me and pull them out into the light so their colors can fade with time like the other parts of my life exposed to the elements of time.  Thanks for your comment.

Gorgeous poetry..  :)

Thank you Pishashee. This means a lot coming from you.

this may be my favourite piece by you, Sammy... such a remarkable train of thought expressed here...
... i particularly love your closing lines, reminds me of a favourite pranayama of mine called "ujjayi"

beautiful work, cher