Oh the secrets we keep, locked in our bones; armor protecting our raw edges so that we might save our hearts from the pain of the world. Yet, in the locking out there is also a locking in; a slow imploding of all that has been carried with nowhere to go. Hardness that does not allow anything soft to enter leads to the cracking of foundations, leaving no room for tenderness; for grace to soothe the brokenness and for the burden of secrets to flow free.
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