How does one decide
Between keeping one’s own counsel
Or speaking truth
From the deep need to connect?
For, an overly analytical mind
Will re-think everything a thousand times,
Missing the most obvious answer,
By making all of it too complex.
There should be no shame in honesty,
Despite a tendency toward the ideal.
As long as one is honest with oneself,
Is true to what one’s heart does feel.
Of thoughts are emotions born.
Of emotions, are actions brought to life.
Ever spawning more thoughts,
And then become caught,
In the spiral of thinking, feeling,
Or…whatever comes next.
I’ve sometimes wished I could not speak,
And sometimes wished I could,
I think. I feel. Too much, it’s true.
Discretion comes and goes like lightning,
Flashing sporadically through the mind,
That this honest heart reflects.
My fear does not stop me.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007