�Honest�

A Poem by Steven Pottle

The back of my neck is in pain
The pain from all the silent words that I will never say
Tongue movements that will never be released
Worlds that I will never speak
Such truths
Such beautiful, terrible speech
Expressions that may damage, heal or put a lasting judgment onto me…
So they stay hidden in pain

I want to be honest with you all
But I know these dreaded sentences are now a part of me
They are my wrists twisting and chest beating
To let them out would feel like cutting myself open
I know they would finally be out there…
But I’m not prepared to deal with the mess
So they rest in the back of my neck

In pain, to be honest.

© 2009 Steven Pottle

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Rick Puetter

Dear Steven,

A very interesting poem, and quite insightful. You've encapsulated so well something that I think all of us have within us. Very nice. I just loved: "I know they would finally be out there� / But I'm not prepared to deal with the mess". You bet!

Congratulations on a fine poem.

Best regards,

Rick