â€œWe dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.â€
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 donâ€™t really do. They might not realize it but if you ask the right questions youâ€™ll stumble upon them.
Most of my secrets arenâ€™t really important. You wouldnâ€™t call them important but for the request of another. They are secrets I share.
Perhaps the reason they arenâ€™t important to me is because they arenâ€™t mine. Maybe it is a mischaracterization to lay claim to them. Maybe it is more accurate to provide a different answer.
I donâ€™t really know and I donâ€™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 didnâ€™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 donâ€™t want to say I am afraid of it because fear is a weakness and men donâ€™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 Iâ€™ll do that and then weâ€™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.