Secrets

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I am thankful for secrets, mostly for secrets kept to myself or that others keep. Being a trusted friend means you can keep what they tell you to yourself and not break the trust they show in you by telling you the confidential information. I know that I am ever grateful to those people who keep a confidence for me. Having said that, I do know that once something leaves your lips, you have no control over what happens with that knowledge. So if you want it to remain confidential, the only safe way is to say nothing to pass that confidence on for someone else to police.

I found this very funny. I was in the New Orleans French Quarter when I saw this dog approach this statue of a woman with a basket. It was as if he was there to listen to a secret she was passing on to him. The dog, apparently, had some kind of interest in the statue, perhaps thinking it was a real person.

secrets

i have secrets

you have secrets

we sometimes strive

to see how many secrets

we can discover

and keep alive

by passing them forward

through the dark alley ways

through the dirty dusty back roads

where the secret destroyer stays

he takes them

rips them up

making them commonplace

making them secrets no more

for what kind of secret

is known by all

what kind of secret

is there to fall

victim of the destroyer

the destroyer of reputations

the destroyer of walls

the destroyer of nations

then the destroyer gloats

for his knowledge

makes him snicker

and sneer

his knowledge

tinged with arrogance

and fear

and we fall victim

to another endless string

we fall victim

to the pain it brings.

© rt tulley