Saturday, April 9, 2016

speaking about truth,

i have been hated
for speaking the truth
though i spoke the truth
in love. gently,

i’m not talking
about a girl. i’m not talking
about a boy. i’m not talking
about breaking up.
but something must break.

whether it is you
or it is me and you
or it is the language
we use to bind ourselves
to others.

i have taught my children
what it means to use words
of life, or words of death --
how do we teach each other
those words?

what shapes each choice
word or phrase; that seed
(good or otherwise)
inexorably burrowing, 

always bearing fruit?