When I tell the truth
The slippery slope upon which I slide
Becomes slightly more stable
When I tell the truth –
Shame shies away
Shame cannot share the same space
For it is not accustomed to being faced
When I tell the truth!
I feel fear froth at the mouth
It swells and receds
Fear is fed by how I perceive
The things that life presents
When I tell the truth ….
Life doesn’t just unfold itself into a red carpet
Upon which I can stroll
But every truth that I face
Does make me grow
Lies strangle my lungs in knots
Truth untangles
It is sought
With every heave of my chest
Every b r e a t h e
Inhale truth
Exhale shame
Inhale truth
Exhale fear
Inhale truth
Exhale pain
Inhale truth and…
Begin a g a i n
Thanks for commenting, Erika. This is a poem to hang onto. Especially the ending, like you say.
Thank you so much for your feedback. As someone once told me, the truth will always come out!