Sweeping Sh*t Under The Carpet

I’ve spent a lifetime holding onto deep dark secrets that people threatened me to keep.

 

The secrets ate me up on the inside, all my life.

The secrets made me feel dirty.

The secrets made me feel like it was MY fault.

The secrets made me feel unworthy.

The secrets haunted me.

The secrets could have killed me.

 

I will not sweep sh*t under the carpet, not on my watch!

 

I had deep emotional wounds with the desire to be healed.

I tried to push them all the way down under the surface, but that built up energy wanted to explode.

And so it did, in the form of storytelling.

 

I will not hold secrets for nobody,

If you hurt me, I will use my voice.

If you hurt my friends or whānau , I will roar.

I will no longer be held back by keeping damaging secrets.

 

The whakamā/shame no longer has a hold on us.

When we speak, we are FREE.

When we speak, we heal.

When we speak we help others heal too.

 

I will not sweep sh*t under the carpet, not on my watch, and neither should you.  

 

T x