Like a kite.
Before you can prepare for it, something precious drops from its place of hiding.
Something you had hidden there. For the time had not come for its beauty to be revealed.
Regardless, you expect the massive weight on your shoulders to detach itself and render you free from its ensnarement. Free you from the lies. And make you as light as a feather!
But alas, this is not the case.
You still feel tied down. Like a kite. Unable to soar to its freedoom because its string is now being held down by factors beyond its control. Confused and hurt, there is no where to go, but up.