Honesty
That's the only thing I wanted.
But how can I expect the truth
When I won't even be real with myself?
In shame I found myself
Walking back to the black lake.
I closed my eyes and stepped right in
The stabbing of the cold didn't even make me flinch.
YOU ARE READING
The Unmastered Art of Living
PoetryDeep within The darkest part of me You'll find yourself wondering if I'm even human. Or maybe you'll see we're all the same Just learning how to breathe Day by day.
