I keep it
I keep it
under lock and key
I keep it
I keep it
you know it’s safe with me
your secret’s shared,
the burden’s doubled,
another heart’s forever troubled
I keep them
I keep them
I’m no longer free
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Smooth. Agree ‘another heart’s forever troubled’. Is that friendship?!
I think secrets shared between friends are part of friendship, but perhaps we are not always aware of the effects they can have on the other
Excellent poem – the rhythm is perfect for such a topic (like whispering, in a way).As Julian Assange said recently in the media – the best way to keep a secret is to not have it in the first place 😉
Thanks, Gabe – I saw JA saying that on TV the other night – whenever I see him now I think of you, ha,ha
haha – me and Julian 😉
JA better not leak that one – we don’t want Shirl to get wind of it, ha,ha 😉
Yes. The burden of secrets. Once someone hands you one to keep in your personal ‘vault’ you are no longer free. I really like this a lot, BeeBlu.
Thanks, Selma – it becomes interesting when the other person doesn’t realize that their secret actually prejudices you in some way – but once we hear it, we are bound not to tell – one of those confounding moral dilemmas
I once told someone a personal secret, she told many and I never tell any anymore, for what is a secret but something not to be shared?…I learned my lesson.
Good point bb, xPenx
Thanks, Pen – that’s an awful betrayal of trust you experienced. I don’t have too many secrets of my own (of any consequence anyway) but whichever way you look at them, they are a burden which is probably why people feel the need to share them with someone – and the fact that many can’t keep secrets they are told is probably why the http://www.postsecret.com/ site has been such a success
Oh my gosh, isn’t that the truth. Phew!
Well done.
JamieDedes
Seems it’s a universal one 🙂 Thanks, Jamie
We don’t always realise what we’re taking on, do we?
That’s for sure, Tilly
I love “your secret’s shared,
the burden’s doubled,
another heart’s forever troubled.
Must write it large and stick it to the fridge.
The nature of the beast, Kate – once heard, it cannot be erased
Nicely delivered. The burden of caring and sharing 🙂
Thanks, Jan – it goes with the territory of friendship, doesn’t it?
The same is true of one’s troubles – as they are shared so is the burden, BB.
Perhaps the secret of counselling is not to let the burden stick
A fine poem.
John
That is so true, John. And sound advice.
Thanks for your comment.
BB
A troubled heart no longer free – we feel that burden, Bluebee.
It’s a never-ending balancing act, Monica – writing helps restore the balance 🙂