Honesty

I try hard to consider others' feelings.

to speak politely.

But honestly,

I wish someone would do the same for me.

Yet, there are specifics to get me to talking

About my musings and my hurts

Because even so, I'll consider

What you'll think of me.

I'll tiptoe on a thread,

the threshold to who I am.

It'll sure take a river of patience

Before my mouth spills the stories.

Still, if you insist on my honesty,

There is an easy way:

Hand me a pen and a paper

Be my guest if you will.

Sure I can sprinkle it with metaphors and lay down riddles

But what you'll read is me.

Well, not quite yet.

Beware of relativity

You know—

Interpretations can be tricky.