Sometimes I think about the secrets we keep and their impact upon the lives we live.
Some are big and some are small. Some are in between and some are something other than those already mentioned.
Some are the sort that can be viewed in a negative fashion and yet if you move three feet to the left or right the shadows lift and you see the most amazing sight. The very definition of beauty and grace, so much so that your throat grows thick and your voice hides from the world.
A choked back sob is all that comes out and somewhere in the midst you recognize all that you have, all that you might be and all that you might never see if you choose to let it all unravel.
“I dwell in possibility.” Emily Dickinson
And so do I said the boy with the curvy lip and the shy disposition…so…do…I.