In it's place

Another poem for my poetry class scrapbook.

In it’s place

All that you said,
and nothing I say;
had importance.
Where the line crosses:
between truth and fiction.
Worldwide expectations.

Really? Is it hard?
Lying them aside.
Away is my brain,
soon it will return.

Forever it hurts:
naming what’s inside.
Truth isn’t pretty;
messy is where I hide.
Choosing the facts.
Holehearted I dream
perfection for you.