Daring the Truth
A poem

I don’t know what to tell you. Or whether you’re even asking. I’m in a staring contest with my fears, and I am not one for multitasking.
I don’t know what to tell you, my words went sour and rotten. Long before I dreamt you in existence, I had a life that’s neither forgiven nor forgotten.
I don’t know what to tell you, And why you’re even here. But let’s play a little truth or dare before I decide to run and disappear.
Truth
The truth? The truth is that I do know what to tell you. My words are not dead, just in hiding. I’m just not sure that my other truths are worth providing.
Dare
I haven’t been one to dare, It’s daring that did me wrong. But it’s time for me to move and not just stare, It’s time for me to answer you even if I don’t feel strong.
Truth and Dare
I do know what to tell you. And I do know that you’re asking. I won the staring contest with my fears, I dare myself — my truths I no longer will be masking.
