[9/20/04]
“Spoken”
One speaks to me as the crow flies
Familiar in the now
Grey areas do not speak her truth
Nor do they bring any comfort
For me it is a runner’s game
How far can I go
How far have I come
My shoes never seem to tire
Never leaving my feet
Intelligence dictates change to better oneself
Only from within can you find what you are without
My heart speaks to me of people, places long since gone
Not where I have been but what could be again
Hoping to remind that hope holds great power
To forgive
I once spoke of scars keeping my heart wounded in it’s past
Not willing to face the truth of the day
Today, one of those days where the truth is not known to me
Though others seem to know where it lies
I continue it seems to lie to myself
About even the things I have spoken
Not because I know not the truth, but because I run
Seemingly taught again and again - the truth only brings pain
These lies I tell to me each day to keep the fiction real
Because the lies become truth once they are spoken
03/12/2004