my truth, complete, indivisible
no thirst, no doubt, no yearn
it stands by itself, for itself
no misgivings, no speculation
yet a heart unnerved
by fears of rejection
a world, hard of hearing
a need to understand
in the name of openness
giving in to doubt, anger
a need to prove, agree
holding to the dark, insecure
but a world, out of sync
cannot shake our truth
forces, made of deep logic
do not bend an ant’s power
my truth, a spider in corner
a web you cannot deny
destroy as much you may
from my patterns, no escape
Poet's Corner 