The Weight of Truth
Your question cuts to my core.
You long for unnuanced truth bathed in heavenly light.
Who am I, naked, closeted?
Yet, you ask for the dark light, to know my vulnerable,
captive, and bound heart.
Will my truth set you free?
Shall my vulnerability be set back upon me?
My silent deception belies both truth and trust.
Long sleepless nights.
Regret, haunting wonders of who I am.
If I answer your question the world will hate me.
My truth is heaviness mankind cannot hold.
Look both ways before you answer.
Value truth but weigh the gaps and consequences.