Abstract: Life In The Tongue
“Am I the asshole?”
Is a reoccurring question,
after a moment of honesty with another.
A previous version of me,
was nice and agreeable,
and dishonest.
I wasn’t a liar,
but I kept my truths to myself,
my deep hopes and childish dreams,
the ancient wounds and broken thoughts.
They would bubble up at times of despair and loneliness,
when I needed emergency surgery on my life and emotions.
But, I’m trying to live more honestly, intentionally,
with less trips to the ER.
I want to be healthy, and isn’t honesty good for us?
The cliche “best policy?”
As with anything new, I am a novice,
a child learning to use my honest legs.
I’m bound to rap my head on floor a few times,
and run into glass walls I didn’t know where there.
But, walking is better than crawling,
and running is healthy for my heart.
Lord, teach me.
May I learn how to speak in a honest tongue,
and always give life with my words.
