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