�Honest�

The back of my neck is in pain
The pain from all the silent words that I will never say
Tongue movements that will never be released
Worlds that I will never speak
Such truths
Such beautiful, terrible speech
Expressions that may damage, heal or put a lasting judgment onto me…
So they stay hidden in pain

I want to be honest with you all
But I know these dreaded sentences are now a part of me
They are my wrists twisting and chest beating
To let them out would feel like cutting myself open
I know they would finally be out there…
But I’m not prepared to deal with the mess
So they rest in the back of my neck

In pain, to be honest.
 

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Steven,

A very interesting poem, and quite insightful. You've encapsulated so well something that I think all of us have within us. Very nice. I just loved: "I know they would finally be out there� / But I'm not prepared to deal with the mess". You bet!

Congratulations on a fine poem.

Best regards,

Rick