I was trained in the School of Don’t Tell
and learned my lessons well.
Guarding my secrets like an oyster guards her pearl,
a sharp knife the only thing that can pry it open.
If I were cut open, my secrets would be like that pearl,
waiting to be discovered, to be gazed at,
like a multi-faceted jewel to be examined in different lights.
Can the oyster open herself to reveal her pearl?
Can I open myself and reveal my secrets?
Perhaps she has the courage,
but I do not.