"where it came from"
To speak only for myself
is a kind of shelter,
to speak so another can meet me
is a kind of risk.
So, I do what I’ve always done:
shape the truth just enough
that it can leave the room
without losing its centre,
but not so much
that it forgets where it came from.
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De vertaling
"vanwaar het komt"
Enkel voor mijzelf spreken is een soort van beschutting,
spreken zodat een ander mij kan ontmoeten is een soort van risico.
Dus doe ik wat ik altijd gedaan heb: de waarheid net genoeg kneden
dat ze het kot kan verlaten zonder haar centrum te verliezen,
maar ook niet zó hard dat ze vergeet vanwaar ze komt.
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Good write
Cheers, mate! 🙏🕊️
most welcome
Soft, respectful in a whisper of deceit to meet social expectations. So applicable to all social lives where bare truth is considered uncouth and privative. Very nicely written my friend
Thank you so much dear Soren 🙏🕊️
Most welcome Cryptic
Good write A.
The Diplomacy of Speech. I think we have all attempted it . Successfully or Not.
A good Write.
Arqios, what a beautiful reflection. I love the tension you hold between self-protection and genuine connection. We all shape our stories in some way, but your ending reminds us that the heart of what we share still matters. That final line lingered with me long after I finished reading. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Wonderful words Rik and so very true.
Andy
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