Saturday, March 15, 2014

The Wake of Honesty


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.

2 comments:

  1. 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

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  2. Yes, 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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