Honesty

I’ve been told many lies in this life and I’ve been told half as many truths. I’m in the last months of my twentieth year and I feel ancient. I could hear the wind before it reached me and there was a dragonfly near. I am ageless and adrift in the sea of stars. 


It’s just where I am, I don’t really get it. It’s a poetic way of saying, my process in incomplete. I’m a ‘work in progress,’ a, ’this file will finish downloading in?’ I’m just not done. Not perfect.  Not ready to give up, but I’m tired. This process is tiring and I’m ready for a nap. 


It’s a sad way of saying, please handle with care. The heart you bear. You only get one, your own. So don’t be so quick to break it. I guess what I’m really trying to say is, don’t give up, please, I’m begging you. There’s hope on the horizon, but if you’re sad it’s okay to take a nap. 


I wish someone had told me that a long time ago. 


I’ve been told less truths than lies, but the one thing I know to be true all days of the week every week of the year is that Love is a person. And I’m almost twenty-one years old. I don’t know much but I feel in an expanse deeper than the ocean, so I guess I know more than a little. 


I really did hear the wind before it hit me. And I don’t know what that meant but I know it means a big something. There really was a dragonfly, I didn’t just say that for fun. It was there and hovering just out of reach. 


Honesty is the gift I give myself. For I have very little and less still after all the taxes are taken out during this thing called loving others. But honesty remains, and so it shall be the gift I give when I have nothing left. It’s worth it, to give it all away, and honesty remains. It dose not leave. 


I guess what I’m saying is, be kind. To others, but to yourself. Give yourself honesty, it’s free after all. What I’m really saying is that Love is a person, and I hope you’ll meet Him someday and maybe have a coffee or two. It’s worth it. 

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