Facing the Truth
This one makes me sad. This one makes me angry. This one gives me hope. This one has to be said.
I’ve been a lot in things my life. I’ve been to a lot of places, and I’ve seen a lot things. I’ve gotten excited about some of them. I’ve decided that’s what I’m going to do, or that’s what I want to be, or that’s where I want to go.
I’ve always liked a title. Some I’ve earned. Some I deserved but never got. Some I just wanted. Some, well let’s just say, others thought those were good for me.
I’ve done things that I’m not proud of. I’ve been to places I should not have gone. I’ve spoken words that I know I should not have said.
I’ve avoided things I thought I couldn’t do and I’ve given up on things I thought would be too hard.
I like to think I’ve taken risks, but I’ve always had a safety net to catch me. I like doing hard things as long as I have a rope around my waist to pull my back if things get sketchy or a life preserver if things get too deep.
Tonight I realized it’s not enough for me to know the truth of who I am;
I have to be who I am.
People are depending on it. People are depending on me.