I’d never be a glass house,
with each inch truth made,
brightly lit and transparent-
no, not me-
let me be the thick, opaque brick dwelling-
a window of sunlight truth is enough
to live in this world-
I am what I am
a little trace of mellowed truth-
speaking moonbeam words-
none would be hurt-
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Authenticity @ Poets United
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