I live my life through the words I write
Trying to find the words
I want to say to you,
and nothing but the raw,
honest truth can capture
my thoughts appropriately.
Except,
to say the raw and honest
might destroy both of us.
So instead,
I toss around a few safe and
common words,
but mostly say nothing at all.
I tell myself, ‘it’s better this way’,
but my ruminating thoughts of you
lead me to believe otherwise.
It seems easy to tell
by looking from a distance
those who live their true selves
and those who try fitting in the mold.
Those who carve their own path, through the woods,
and those who choose the one already paved.
My true self
has an axe over her shoulder
ready to create the way only meant for her
but I wonder
if the world also sees the axe shining
like I do, heavy in my hands
and my muscles quivering,
searching for strength to keep swinging.
Dawning Words 