Tonight I was challenged to stop censoring myself... I have been for fear of my words being misconstrued. But I write fiction and poetry. The truths hidden in them are for us all and yet not for any of us...
So here goes...
this breath and the next,
I want to be honest with you.
Before the rush of oxygen to my brain reminds me
why it's not
I want to blurt it out, cut it free from the place I've hidden it.
Before I can think better of it, before I can censure myself
I want to say what's in my heart and on my mind.
But there is no gap in between, it's one gulp after another
I am never fast enough
to set it free