I hold back
The evidence that would betray me,
For it will bear witness to the truth
Of what’s been done.
And even though, perhaps,
The truth might make me stronger,
These fact-bearers would also show the cracks
And scars I carry
hidden away in darkness,
and the things I cannot say,
those agonizing thoughts,
become palpable
and then must needs be dealt with.
And I am not ready.
So I fight back the attestants,
Those warm, wet, and salty testifiers,
That would willingly tell my story
The moment they fell from my eyes.
*Day 4’s NaPoWroMo prompt is to write about sadness in a simple way. Well, I wrote about fighting sadness and losing that battle. And it’s not really in a simple way I suppose but then sadness is rarely simple.
Big hugs and love to you xxx
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This was about my stepmom who passed away a few days after her bday in early February. We were close. Although, I’m not actually sad anymore the prompt had is writing about sadness. LoL
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Makes sense xxx
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When readiness comes, such truths do flow.
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It streams sometimes, and gushes when the dam breaks.
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Jesi Scott – Truths kept back
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