Everyone Brings Gifts

Everyone who enters my life

comes with a gift.

I might see it immediately.

Or it might take me years,

through a lot of tears,

Fears and even jeers

Before my heart's eyes

Can pull away the disguise

And reveal the gift.

And it is always there,

Waiting to be uncovered.

Sometimes the gift is Practice.

Oh how hard that gift can be.

When I must practice being

The best version of me.

That gift of practice 

Enhances my very essence

And that is as it should be.

I am grateful for all the gifts

That each and every one brings.

For each gift enhances 

The me that is magically

And lovingly evolving.

Honesty

Why are we sometimes so reluctant to be honest, to speak our truth, as we understand it? Why do we avoid saying what we feel is true? Why is it that sometimes we don't even stand up for ourselves?

Honesty

Sometimes bares

Her Fangs

And slices a stinging cut

So quick,

So deep,

And so painful

That we lash out

Viciously,

With cruel intent

To rip out

The vocal chords

Of the one

Who dares 

To be honest.