I'm trusting you with secrets.
It's driving me on edge.
I don't know how well I can handle this.
I'm terrified
I'm trusting you with these little pieces of me.
My soul.
My heart
My thoughts.
I'm cringing in response to what I have done.
There's a slight panic in my being.
I don't know what to do.
I'm not sure how to behave.
It's so easy to tell someone that 'this is how it is.'
You don't just get over something.
Whether it's big or small you build yourself a bridge.
Maybe a boat in case you fall...
Because you are building on insecurities.
You're building with broken pieces of life...
Pieces that has been washed away and some are missing.
Slowly, steadily, you get to where you're going.
When you look back,
you realize there is something strong, unique and amazing.
The past has helped shape that.
The present helps you cope.
Before you know it, you've met the future.
You're here.
You're safe.
You're happy.
You're surrounded by the people you have shared your story with.
Secrets were told, tears were shed.
They made sure to help keep you steady, when you needed a hand.