Honesty 2
I don’t know why I gave this poem this title
No, that’s a lie, I do know
But the why is not what matters now; it’s the what
What do I say here, what do I mean?
Now THAT is something I honestly don’t know
I’m sure it’ll be brilliant though, of Shakespearean standing
Another lie; right now is the most insecure moment of my life
Or should I say period?
It has been a certain timeframe -
magical moments linked together by an ivory chain -
in which I’ve been yelling at the walls, talking to my reflection,
that which I see in the mirror… is that me, who I am?
Looking at myself, touching myself, wondering who and what I am…
Maybe I’ll read this in an anthology one day, maybe you will as well.
If you do, whoever you are, I hope you will like what you read,
I honestly hope you will.
And if, by chance, you happen to feel alone and forgotten,
find comfort in these words
and realise that, right now,
just for a moment,
you are just a little less alone.