My Honest Words

Maybe I’m too honest with these words I bring to light,

Maybe I get too personal, in the stillness of the night.

My words run deep with feeling, the truth I can’t conceal,

Each line a confession, of what my heart can feel.

I write of love that’s vanished, a ghost within the pane,

And real love that’s still burning, through sunshine and through the rain.

I write about the ache of what was broken, the joy of what remains,

My silent stories, through passion and through pains.

These verses are from my spirit, from deep within my heart and soul,

They are the true reflection of me, making my being whole.

No illusion, no character I play,

This is the heart that beats here, laid bare for all to see today.

I struggle in the shadows, the burdens I do bear,

My mind is filled with problems, my soul is acquainted with despair.

I carry fears unspoken, through every passing year,

Yet I still have gratitude , wiping away each tear.

In the darkness, a steady light I find,

A solace in believing, to soothe my troubled mind.

I place my trust in God above, my anchor strong and deep,

And in that sacred promise, my truest hopes I keep.