Truth

The truth is beautiful...but it hurts.

Not the same hurt
as when he told me the truth about her,

But the hurt that leaves a big lump in my throat.

The truth is beautiful...but it hurts.

Not the same hurt
as the truth exposed when someone close took his own life,

But the hurt that leaves my eyes on the verge.

I was sure my wounds had healed, but my scars are crying tears of pain.

Anger? No.
Sadness? No.
Just disappointment.

Not in you but in past decisions that the truth has brought to the surface.

The truth is beautiful...but it hurts.

How is my pain beautiful?
It's beauty lies in the truth of our friendship.

Thank you for the truth.
Thank you for the hurt.
Thank you for the beauty.

(From the archives, circa 2004.)

A Beginning

This isn't the first time I have been a blogger.

What seems like a million years ago, I managed to keep up with a (almost) daily blog on my MySpace page.

Since then I have changed jobs and started my quest to acquire not one but four Bachelor's Degrees. (Let's not mention the ultimate demise of MySpace.)

I've also grown up.

In the process of growing up, I forgot how important creative writing was to me.

Tonight, I broke down because of my lack of writing.

Tonight I wrote the first poem I have written in ages.

It was liberating. And it was painful. But it felt good.

It was the beginning (again).

I will try to post everyday. Some posts will be past writings and others will be new.

If you decide to read, I thank you in advance.