Is it possible, I wonder,
For truth to be too raw.
The brief sideways glances,
the evidence I saw.
Truth all laid out,
I stand here stripped bare.
Vulnerable, yet courageous,
I now feel the stare.
The words from my heart,
My most honest place.
You listened, then judged,
My thoughts not welcomed in this space.
My intentions always pure,
To share, to be heard.
I value the truth,
In the spoken and written word.
Today I feel glum,
Disheartened for sure.
The space was not right,
for my genuine outpour.
My truth, yes my truth,
I stand by you today.
My truth, yes my truth,
You won’t lead me astray.
The choice is not mine,
To accept or deny.
I stood by my truth,
I hold my head high.
My truth, yes my truth.
My desire, my desire.
This is so deep it makes me ponder on truth. I really believe we must always be true to ourselves first to be able to live in peace and harmony with others. This is not always easy or comfortable. Good for you Karen
Yes Mum, it is not easy and it is definitely not comfortable and yet the discomfort when we stand outside our truth can be almost painful.
I’ve learned that denying my truth is much harder than living it, Karen, although recognizing what the truth is can often be difficult.