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Saying the Unsaid

There are moments unfinished, memories left permanently under construction by the convenience of silence, because there is nothing more fearful than love on the verge of being confessed. So those moments were gagged, allowed to pass. Love prefers to cover its nakedness by remaining unheard. I owe some people a debt of completion.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/25/2018 6:44:00 AM

Saying the unsaid is sometimes so terribly difficult, as taking a chance is always a gamble and sometimes the risk does not seem worth the possibility of loss or rejection. I have often thought "I wish I had said..." but more often I am afraid with I had not said...." So I am more careful now. A thinking poem, brought my dendrites to the fray. Merry Christmas!

Bernard Chan
Date: 12/25/2018 10:40:00 AM

I definitely have my share of "I wish I had said"s. Thank you, Caren. Have a wonderful, blessed Christmas!