Michael’s challenge this week is to think about what meaning/s you can come up with for the word “carry”.
We carry all sorts of things in a multitude of ways. Luggage, a load, groceries, a team member, a loved one when they are unwell and need us to carry them from one spot to another.
She had a secret. I know, because I told her.
In a moment of despair, I opened my heart and it all poured out.
All those years I kept it bottled up inside, a shame that became unbearable to carry.
And so I told.
She believed me instantly.
Never questioned it actually, and never shared it with anyone.
Unlike me, she carried it with her to the grave.
I was her secret you see.
I had found out she was my birth mother.