In the wake of honesty,
I am afloat.
Blocking the external,
Hearing internally,
Finding a remnant of me,
Only to see,
I am changing.
In the wake of honesty,
A surge rushes through my veins.
Light fills me.
I sit down to my computer.
And I write.
It doesn't sound like me.
Does it?
In the wake of honesty,
I charge through the thick,
Beating a path through pain,
Stepping out into the plain,
Someone’s in the distance,
There I stand,
Waiting…
In the wake of honesty,
Past transgressions reappear.
Shadows become clear,
Venomous words,
Hateful stares,
Beatings…rape,
Silence.
In the wake of honesty,
A life of lies undone,
Lost time returns home,
Filling the gaps of my youth.
Great strides have been made,
More ground gained.
But freedom's still light years away.
This poem is chilling, and straight to the point...I like it, the honesty. I think of the words, which represent a life, and my mind is nudged to consider the whole of humanity, the complex stories that no one knows... Alyce <3
ReplyDeleteYes, Alyce. It is unimaginable the stories that go untold. As I share my story and hear the stories of others I find that our state of being is critically damaged. We are in a world filled with brokenness and despair. This is the norm. Many may not realize that they operate out of a place of heartache and pain because it is as it has always been. How do we realized the damage if damage is all we know? <3
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