Choices

My anger was contained, my trust was safe and sound in the pile of bones but it broke free though my thick skin. For a second it felt safe to breath the fresh air and feel the cool water. Choice number one.. A bad one that I will not again make.. My secrets will remain hidden, safe, no more mistakes.. Don't ask for anymore tales or pretend to care so that you can exploit then maim. Choice number two. My secrets are no longer for you. This pain, distrust, and anger will dissipate soon or I feel we will all have to much more loss, things that neither want to loose.Choice number three. Can I continue to be? Will you stand next to me? To be continued..