Poetry...My Truth

Heard a man say that the truth would set me free,
I heard it...but it didn't register...never meant anything to me.

My Indepence and Self-Reliance can sometimes be prohibitors of painful honesty,
Makes me lie that everything is alright inside but thats far from reality.

We feel that telling the truth and sharing our painwill allow others to attack our sacred vulnerabilities,
Not realizing that its only in our vulnerabilty that we truly become free.

Poetry is my truth...
and Truth is my Poetry.

 

 

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