Sharing

A friend once said
That to share happiness
Feels more vulnerable
Than to share pain.

I thought of that today
As I realized that I grow
Uncomfortable
Answering questions about
My life.

It’s good, I say with honesty,
But I don’t know
That I want to say more.

It feels almost frivolous
To share good
When the world has so much bad,
So many wounds to be salved.

But maybe the good
Could be a salve?
Maybe it, too, should be shared?