Took a break from the story to write a poem. It's been dark gray all day in Orlando. Puts me in a poetic mood.
Authentic
Why do my words fall
So carelessly, all
I want is to speak with grace
And discretion. But my tongue’s in a race
To prove I have no control over me,
To reveal to everyone, let them see
My tendency toward indecency,
To say whatever comes to mind,
Ignore consequences ‘til I find
I’ve pushed everyone I love away.
Is authenticity worth it, come what may?
Authentic
Why do my words fall
So carelessly, all
I want is to speak with grace
And discretion. But my tongue’s in a race
To prove I have no control over me,
To reveal to everyone, let them see
My tendency toward indecency,
To say whatever comes to mind,
Ignore consequences ‘til I find
I’ve pushed everyone I love away.
Is authenticity worth it, come what may?