Secrets

Small ones, big ones, even mid-sized ones, everyone has them; hoping to contain them, but they're just bursting to come out. Helpful, hurtful, not really sure telling the secrets may be the cure. Secrets grow like a tree, seedlings at first. They take on a life of their own, Growing, growing till they reach the sky. Secrets are like a ticking time bomb and the fuse is lit when secrets are told. With loose lips secrets spill. Like a waterfall running downstream, like a leak from a faucet dripping slowly until the pipe bursts. Secrets are no longer secrets if more than one knows. Damaging one friendship at a time. Tears, regreats, a little too late. The pain they cause never fades.