April is National Poetry Month. This year, I will be posting raw, unedited pieces throughout the month. Here is today’s piece (which happens to be an oldie that popped up just when I needed to see it).
Each day more outrageous than the last
I hold my tongue, but not my breath
as I learn to wait for more information
before coming to a conclusion…
only because I have had to learn
to wait for more information
before coming to conclusions
about my own experience.
When one is constantly forced to question one’s own perception,
silence, time, acceptance, and reflection
reveal more than bureaucratic investigations
or seductive conspiracies colored with partial truths
or co-opted definitions which project one’s shortcomings on others.
It’s ok to question perception.
It’s ok to not know the answers.
It’s ok to be angry and scared.
And it’s ok to grieve our unmet expectations in life.
Because we cannot stand up or speak out effectively
until we address and accept these parts of ourselves,
and transform them into the courage that we need
to face what is coming…