by Richard Vince

As much as I tried to be open,
There was always something I had
To hide, from myself as much
As from you.

When I finally knew, I knew
That I was being dishonest.
I felt like such a fraud;
Like I couldn’t be trusted;
Like I was not a true friend,
But a predator, waiting for
An opportunity to pounce.

Somehow I moved beyond
The boundaries of that cliché,
But everything still seemed
Tainted by my deception.

It is still there, in the background,
Waiting for me to tell you.
Although it is the past, it is
Still honesty waiting to happen.

One day, I hope I will find
The words and the courage to
Be completely open at last.


Posted on 10/23/2012
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

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