The Memory Box

by Eva Lesko Natiello

It’s impossible to un-know a secret. Once you know it, you own it.

The secrets you wish you never knew become a burden to lug. A bowling ball without holes.

No matter one’s age, it’s important to feel part of something. To feel like you belong. But the balancing act inevitably becomes how much of yourself are you willing to compromise in order to be part of a community?

Maybe a heart grows only when it feels love. And when pain replaces love, holes replace heart.

Secrets are likes knives. Aren’t they? While some are dull, others can do quite a bit of damage.