Holding onto my truth

Holding onto my truth

Should be easy

But it is so hard sometimes

The need for others to agree

So I don’t feel alone

Makes me run back

From this lonely dark place of exile

Where I do feel truly home

Back to the comfort of an embrace

That seems to come at such a cost

Am I too hard

Am I speaking too harshly

Why is my passion

Such a problem for you

I seem to offend you at every turn

Just being real

And it feels again

Like you have slammed the door in my face

And I am drowning in a deep vault

I wrestle this way and that

Who is wrong

Who is right

Perhaps both and neither

For we all have our own ways of being

Our own truth

But why am I so alone in mine?

Why is it so difficult to be me

And stay connected

Be accepted

Not rejected

Silenced

Shamed

Locked out

Can I accept it

And still be me?