My truth
Is not about
How you would feel
When it's told
My truth is about
Me honouring
My reality
Your reaction
belongs in your truth
And not in my ability
To voice mine
Wait for your turn
Of truth.
My truth
May not always
Have the space
For your reaction
(In essence
I should free myself
From your reaction anyway
Oh! but a work in progress)
You don't have to agree
Or disagree
With my truth
Because reality doesn't
Seek permission to exist.
My truth
If a reflection of reality
The reality, from my perspective
The reality, of my feelings
I am not truly honest
If I try to bend reality
To suit the interests
Of the audience
Or accommodate the
Views of the people hearing it
Neither should you
If, the goal is - truth
If I should allow
Your reaction
The least you could do
Is allow my truth
Out in the open
Expanding space.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not everyone is ready for real. It can be exhausting to be in tune with yourselves but placed in a setting where people only want to hear what fits well into their narrative.Perhaps this is a morning prayer for someone doing shadow work and not a poem...it's a rant, that frees.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Powerful and poignant. You bring this this one home. Great work.
Thanks for stopping by and for your reflection, I appreciate it 😊
exceptionally well crafted Alan .. I so like real .. mine that is .. Neville
Thanks for the support, I personally feel like this was more of a rant...but it's very meaningful to me so it's out here...
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