I'm Not Spilling My Guts

 I admire those who have, Really.   You  told your secrets, admitted your flaws and time in the slammer.  I can't..  Hurray for pouring out your heart, soul and you will be rewarded with peace of mind.  I will most  likely, never tell my story.  We don't need it anyway.  I can barely speak it aloud, let alone write it .  But I will tell you, I lived, loved, lost, reinvented myself then moved ahead.  More then once.  Just like you, I'm sure. I am a survivor and enough about me.

wiseowl wiseowl
61-65, F
Mar 26, 2009