Day 79

You know that thing you feel bad about. You know, the thing you can't tell anyone about.
I know.
I know you feel ashamed. You feel broken. You feel alone.
You don't always know it's there, until the moments when it reminds you.
It holds your hand when you reach for the phone. It puts a finger to your lips when you want to talk about it.
You can feel its hand around your neck when your trying to take in a calming breath.
It doesn't speak in words, just feelings. Like the beat of a drum; but that drum beats from the back of your skull and rings through out your body. Like your bones are the pond and it's breaking the calm surface with rings verging on waves. You just it to be calm again.
It's the secret you didn't know you were told, before you even knew what secrets were.
And it's been carved on the underside of your insides, but despite how deep it is you still cover it up.
Because you can't let anyone else know.
Because that's how secrets work.
Ya. You know what I'm talking about. That thing.
I know it.
I'm telling you this, in the hopes that you - yes, the you that is reading this - no longer need to hold on to it.
It's out now. You can let go.
You are released from your charge.
Be free. Be bold. And above else be.