October 8th, 2021
I am only half of what I say I am, but if I'm quiet enough, you'll think I'm all of it. Yet a stranger with fleeting feet and his uncanny ability to make me laugh could see right through it. Maybe it was a careless portion of my head, who right away knew that I'd never see him again after the three days ended. Maybe he was just special. Either way I was able to talk with out worry. I was able to talk about things I can't talk about with those I love dearly. And that's rare these days, I have to watch what I say and walk on eggshells-I am too afraid to hurt someone's feeling like that again. It's discourse like this that falters my steady life. I told him I'd lose a friend over words like these. I did lose a friend over it. I told him truths I am embarrassed to tell others, and all he acted as was an open ear to a mouth eager to move. I spoke of things thought of sinful these days. But to him I was not smaller. I was not less of a human because of something I felt or said. He felt like iced water spraying me suddenly on a hot day. I was surprised, I was overwhelmed, but I was thankful. It is refreshing to hear a new voice, loud yet kind, an outside view say again and again, "it is not your fault." And I guess he was right in a sense. I'm unable to blame others for the emotions they feel. All I can do is let them feel it, respect it, and grieve their shadow growing long as they walk away.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
