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Secrets and skeletons skipping in my room.
I dodged their fiery gaze and pretended not to see.
‘Can’t be kept in forever!’ They hollered.
Still, I pretended not to hear.
‘When the time is right, I’ll let you out!’
I surmised.
This is a funny poetic thought for me, sometimes we deliberately keep secrets, sometimes we don’t, but just find out that some things are best kept in the dark for a while. Do you have secrets? (in retrospect I don’t think I do) And what is your worse kept secret? If you have one do let me know. Enjoy today, and the rest of your week!
Much love, always.
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Seyi Sandra David 
No secrets in general, but some people are SO BORING, I can’t possibly share things with them because I feel cheated in what they would tell me. Does that make sense? 🙂
I think it does, didn’t think along that line though but I quiet agree with you! Some people are not that close to you and sharing certain aspects of your life with them might seem… untowardly or disadvantageous! Hope you catch my drift! Thanks for stopping by!
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This is a tricky post, some people are shy and believed their private lives can’t be shared with everyone, others deliberately keep secrets! We live in a very complex world Seyi Sandra, and I truly believe the people or organisation with secrets and skeletons are the governments! The world is full of layers and layers of mysteries and secrets and I don’t think anyone can unravel it all. Nice but quirky musing I must say!
Thank you, I agree with you, not everyone like sharing their secrets. And like you rightly pointed out, our governments has the largest reservoir of secrets in the world. Thanks for stopping by!
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You’re welcome dear Seyi Sandra
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Cheers. 🙂
We all have secrets. Some best kept in the dark, others harmless in the end. It’s human nature…
You’re right, we all have secrets at certain stages of our lives…
Thanks for stopping by.
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We just finished up a week of VBS called “Tell the Truth”. I would surmise 🙂 that we have secrets and skeleton because we don’t tell the truth.
But I will say that not everyone can handle our ‘truth’. But as long as we share it with someone, then a secret it is no longer. Good question (don’t think I have any secrets)
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JC
Thanks JC, secrets can totally blight our lives and like you stated, ”But as long as we share it with someone, then a secret it is no longer.” Thanks for your visit and enjoy the rest of your day!
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Secrets…it’s an agelong thing. Well, I believe that some things are better left unsaid because of the damage they may cause. It’s not guns that can kill a man. Words have such power, too. That doesn’t mean that I admire a life of many secret. In all, I won’t like to commit an act–so shameful–that demands I go to any length in order to keep a secret.
Sorry for the typo: It’s not (only) guns that can kill a man.
It’s okay dear brother! Take care!!
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I understand your points Uzoma, words are powerful. There was the story of my father’s friend, whose wife went insane when she found out that her husband was having an affair (the man had kids with his mistress)The man in question had kept the secrets for years until the truth slipped out! In such a situation, I would’ve preferred if the woman hadn’t found out the truth… I appreciate your visit!
Blessings. 🙂
Can’t be kept in forever!’ They hollered.
….. loved this line…
seems a struggle between heart n mind…….. such a nice poem…
Thanks Warda, glad you like it and I’m grateful for your visit!
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I think secrets fool us into thinking they aren’t really there – they sometimes hide even from our deepest thoughts. It takes a discerning soul to open the closet door and let the freedom in…
And freedom it is indeed, I have certainly tried to keep secrets for like… a day before I blurted it out to my husband or friend. That means I can’t work in the secret service! A very apt and cogent comment, thanks for your visit!
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True story – Back when we were kids – a few of my siblings used to tell me that I looked like a skeleton. Does that count?
Now Rosy, those kids definitely needed some spanking! It doesn’t count for a secret and you certainly don’t look like a skeleton! You’re gorgeous and you know that!
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Ha – yes. I think I held my own pretty well. I used to be self conscious about my looks. But – thankfully I’ve outgrown them. And – THANK YOU for the compliement 🙂
Hmmm…I have a secret. But – if I told it – then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.
Seriously – I generally don’t keep secrets. I do like keeping them for pleasant surprises though. And – I do respect when others tell me something in confidence & ask me to respect their wishes of not saying anything. I don’t really like to be put in those situations though. They can get awkward sometimes.
I’m glad you know your worth Rosy! Don’t tell your secrets if you don’t want to!! 😉 I understand those situations where someone would tell you not to say anything, in such instances, I always lock such things up in my mind, I’m good at that. 🙂 And you’re right, they can be awkward at times!
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Hmm secrets eh? I don’t think I have any, although there are certain things that I do not share with everyone. I suppose friendships ensure that there are no skeletons and secrets, because friendship makes us open our hearts
You’ve summed it up Anne, ”I suppose friendships ensure that there are no skeletons and secrets, because friendship makes us open our hearts” I like that, it’s a beautiful quote I must say! Enjoy the rest of your day old friend!
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I sometimes think secrets form part of our identity. 🙂
It does! Manu, it does…
Much to learn
From others’ secrets
Even more, perhaps
From reviewing one’s own
Hmmm… this is powerful Ben, I like it! 🙂
Good. May it bear fruit.
O. Hobart Mowrer, the psychologist, set himself to understand more deeply our hollowed-out emotional lives. He noted that, commonly, when we perform a good deed, we advertise it, display it, draw attention to it, at least hint at it, hoping to collect on the emotional credit of it. But when we do something cheap, evil or stupid, we hide it, deny it, minimize it. But the emotional discredit from that stays with us and even accumulates with each further hypocrisy. This is how we make ourselves chronically empty in conscience and heart. Our lives are required of us, and we are found wanting. No felt “net worth.” Lost confidence, pizzazz. Our positive energies are depleted by fugitive concealing.
Then Mowrer wondered, what if we reversed our strategy? What if we admitted our weaknesses, owned up to our failures, named our idiot-moments, confessed our follies, errors and debts, and also hid away from everyone’s view our smart ideas, heroic sacrifices, kind deeds, charities and virtues? What if, instead of throwing back at the other guy his worst failure while trotting out our own best moment, we put up our worst against his best? What then? Our hearts might start filling up.
He entitled his essay “You are your secrets.” It is in his book The New Group Therapy (New York, 1964), pages 65-71.
No secrets, dear. I am an open book 🙂
I thought so old friend, good to know!
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The worst kept secret would be one I mentioned on your blog lol. I love the phrase fiery gaze, that’s a perfect analogy for the feeling of that pent up secret.
Think of the continuous story of life as a woven cloth, or rope in its layers, what one part holds as a secret, another may hold up to share. As humans we have many thoughts, many questions. My question is; Do we as individuals or when part of a collective share all our thoughts, all of what make us, us? If not, does such thinking without sharing, does that not mean we have secrets, for do we not selectively choose what we want to share of us, and our thoughts. I’m pondering…
I guess you’re right, we all do have secrets by that assertion you’ve just made. We can’t actually unravel all that makes us unique but deliberately keeping some deeds from others close to us is no longer secret but deception. I always love your take on things Sean!
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Agree, a distinct difference between secrets, and deception 🙂
I have no secrets, except the ones I’m not going to write out here, in public. Got to have a bit of mystery to my being.
Later…
You’re right!
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Demons that haunt me every day!