Honesty

Why was it that when you were here,

The words would not flow from my lips?

I could not open up my heart

And clenched within, my sonnets stayed

Held like prisoners in a mind that

Stumbles over forbidden dreams

 

Yet now, whilst far away you are

Words burst forth like a stream in spring

Gushing fiercely from the snow melt

They gallop free without a care

Like a wild stallion, racing

To be seen and heard by the world

 

It’s no doubt too late, the chance gone

To show you me, with honesty

And what you meant; why did I find?

It so hard to just open up –

For now that seems a simple price

To gaze into your truthful eyes

Again

 

Image: Girl with a Pearl Earring, Johannes Vermeer

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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