The Secret Sits
“We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.”
Yeah, I have secrets. Not just one, two or three but somewhere close to a hundred. Not sure how or why it happened, but I know that it did.
Some of it is just because of how I was raised and some of it is just how it works, life that is.
People have secrets, even those who say they don’t really do. They might not realize it but if you ask the right questions you’ll stumble upon them.
Most of my secrets aren’t really important. You wouldn’t call them important but for the request of another. They are secrets I share.
Perhaps the reason they aren’t important to me is because they aren’t mine. Maybe it is a mischaracterization to lay claim to them. Maybe it is more accurate to provide a different answer.
I don’t really know and I don’t think it matters. I keep them because they are important to the people who asked me to put them in my vault. Those requests come from people I love and hold close to my heart so I treat their secrets like my own.
But the few secrets I call my own are big. They are huge and at times they have made me wonder what I got myself into.
There is one that sits in the middle of the ring that Frost wrote about. It stares at me with eyes that cut through the poker face I try to maintain.
It demands my attention and asks for a declaration of intention. This is not something I can just ignore or forget. It requires more because to pretend it didn’t exist is to dishonor it and that I cannot do.
For a long while I have ignored my gut and the knowledge that one day the secret would break free of the shackles I placed upon it and force me to face it.
I don’t want to say I am afraid of it because fear is a weakness and men don’t like to be weak.
Yet the only way to figure out why it bothers me is to look at it during the daylight hours. The day is coming when I’ll do that and then we’ll find out if what I sense is real and discover if I am going to end up where I always suspected I would be.
This was for The Write Edge. It was a prompt based upon the Frost poem quoted above. We had a word count of 450 words.