Thursday, January 20  

Secret

Although Vic cannot keep other people’s secrets, she is a medieval fortress replete with crocodile moat, iron enforced gating, archery turrets and the thick, hanging cobwebs of silence when it comes to keeping her own.

secret noun 1 Something kept hidden from others or known only to oneself or to a few. 2. Something that remains beyond understanding or explanation; a mystery. 3. Method or formula on which success is based.

At different stages of her life, different things have become secret. The doors of her personal tower open and shut, old secrets ambling past like recently released prisoners on the first stroll away from the gates, having served their time, suddenly free. For whatever reason and sometimes for none, the secret becomes “okay to say” and she lets it go.

When she was younger, the small secret evils of youth (small drinks snuck from the liquor cabinet, covert smoking, rubbing up against boys in parking lots) were the guarded prisoners of her heart. When she became an adult, she released all those secrets into the world, emptying the barracks. She spoke freely about them as though it had not been her who had done those things. She was past punishment.

In their place, other secrets piled through the gates. Whipped and beaten regularly, these secrets know they’re in for a cruel sentence.

Of the many secrets she keeps buried in and patted down in her soul there are one or two that persistently rise the surface, demanding to be acknowledged. These secrets are also the ones she loves best.

Comments:

Secrets...what an interesting, and charged topic for today. I wonder if some unknown force guided whatever method you use to choose your word to this one in particular.

I find them fascinating, secrets, for unlike most things, they have the ability to retain their power even when spoken.

Cheers,
Woodstock ;-)

# posted by  Anonymous : 6:58 PM

 

"Secret" was chosen through a weird string of possible words. I was thinking "cold" as it's 20 below and the homeless folk in the underpass on my way to work got me wondering what real cold is like. Then I skipped to "heart" thinking I'd compare cold and warm ones. Then I locked onto "secret" since that's what my heart is full of. And I drove the rest of the way to work happily poking and prodding old memories.

Still feel for the homeless though.

# posted by  Vic : 8:47 AM

 

pssst... trixie!

where are ya? i didn't break it, did i?

there i go... develop a quasi-addiction and then it disappears.

*pouting*

sal

# posted by  Susan Chu : 4:44 PM

 

Sorry Sal. The Hercurve.com interruption brought to you courtesy of my very bad hosting company. And also my holiday in the Bahamas. Back now and hard at work, rebuilding. Treat yourself to some forum methodone and keep checking back.

# posted by  Vic : 7:57 AM

 

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