truth

I hold back words like I hold my breath,

and my record hasn't been beaten yet.

I peel away at every opportunity to speak up.

The truth hurts;

sometimes you must hide it,

nurture it into maturity until the breath is released.

Breathe...

Just breathe...

Please for the love of God let me breathe.

I have been walking around with a swollen head for so long.

My cheeks ache as I try to keep the words in,

like I'm storing truth for the winter to keep me safe and satisfied

What good is truth if you cannot share it?

What good is judgement if you cannot exercise it from your heart?

LET ME BREATHE.

Let me release the cool fire that burns my tongue and cracks my teeth

It's too much.

I can't do this...

I can't breathe.