Glass House

Imagine a place so transparent; it cannot sustain a lie...
A glass house, of sorts; a healing place... where secrets go to die.

Honesty in its purest form... raw and fully exposed...
With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide the things that we wish to hide most.

Secrets... the word itself... eludes to such mystery...
Of skeletons in dark, dark closets and ill-fated history.

But secrets, I say, go deeper yet... to intangible things of our will...
Desires, and hurts, even character traits, and dreams we wish to fulfill.

The things that comprise who we really are often remain unknown...
In effort to present a perfect self, we continue to feel alone.

Vulnerability comes when we let them in...
revealing all secrets and exposing all sins.

Sharing our goals, our darkest pain,
our embarrassing moments, and every stain.

Daring to show them, taking the chance...
To laugh, to cry, to sing, to dance.

Only then will you find it, only then is it true;
A soul who knows all and loves through and through.

So, though it seems fragile in its translucency...
A glass house ultimately brings security.

When everything's out there, and all is revealed...
Only then will you find a love that is real.


Copyright (c) 2006 PB

Life Lessons - Lessons from Life for Life by Patti Hamilton is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.