Secrets

 I’ve been sweating shame from my pores and self-loathing from my soul, mascara stains my cheeks and I don’t have the energy to wash it away. I’ve pulled embedded bandaids from the skin of my heart and I’m feeling a heaviness that I haven’t felt in years. I’ve been challenging myself to shine light on one of my ghosts, but I’m having a hard time making eye contact, I watch it in my peripheral and like a train wreck, I also can’t look away. I’ve always believed that secrets breed shame, but maybe somethings are meant to stay in dark closets.

I’ve been sweating shame from my pores and self-loathing from my soul, mascara stains my cheeks and I don’t have the energy to wash it away. I’ve pulled embedded bandaids from the skin of my heart and I’m feeling a heaviness that I haven’t felt in years. I’ve been challenging myself to shine light on one of my ghosts, but I’m having a hard time making eye contact, I watch it in my peripheral and like a train wreck, I also can’t look away. I’ve always believed that secrets breed shame, but maybe somethings are meant to stay in dark closets.