There are many things about myself I may never revel. It’s not that I’m ashamed or somehow mentally incapable of doing so but more the preference of wanting to preserve those pieces of me, for me- and in their current pristine brokenness. We all have that special space tended to like a private museum. They will always have a special value but again, only I could ever decipher them honestly. I’m not implying I would never share them with someone someday- in some future time or place; should such a person be made available in some day.
What I do share with others, friends and mere acquaintance always has some tinge of reluctance; however, with that being stated, I’ve come to filter what feels safe to unveil, while weighing what might be nefariously misunderstood by cynics seeking a more negative facet of me predicated on prior myth. And yet, to be further honest- I suspect there will remain a handful of aspects that will never see the light of day. In part they haven’t been resolved within myself,nor with any others involved in the right openly and honest setting while affording me every opportunity to be more of an inquisitor than a victim;should such a witness be so brazen to honestly answer questions I personally put before them.
They will mostly likely become letters written- unsent, knowing when writing they will never be answered by anyone, but instead join the echoes time loses- somewhere far from here. Which simply deepens my resolve in trusting that… some days will never come.
Poet of the Light © 2018