There has been a theme to my poems of late.
A couple of weeks ago, I challenged my students to write a poem that started with the words "Truth is I." They did a nice job. This is what I wrote. If you read my blog regularly, you can probably guess what this is about.
Truth is I want
Truth is I think
Truth is I don't know what to say.
My tongue fumbles over the words
my heart wants to say.
Censors them.
Covers up the truth.
Truth is I am afraid of the words.
Speaking them requires a softness
that reveals a vulnerability.
Fear of loneliness.
Fragile heart.
Truth is I will eventually speak.
The words will tumble out
awkwardly, clumsily.
Hold my breath.
Await your response.
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