Confessions

A woman’s heart holds many secrets or so I’m told.  Mine does.  I’ve kept way too many over my lifetime and some days I find myself saying them aloud when I’m alone.  I don’t know if I do it to relieve some of the weight upon my heart.  Some of them are small and meaningless.   Some of them are big and heavy and could probably devastate if they were revealed.  But what if they were revealed vaguely so no one knew who the confession was referring to exactly?  Would that make the big ones less devastating?  Or would they make it twice as worse because you’re left wondering who was it directed towards?  So, do the secrets stay hidden in my heart til I carry them to the grave…or…do I reveal them vaguely so no one knows exactly who it’s about.  I guess it’s just something to ponder.   Just random thoughts running thru my head.