I don't like sharing or revealing too much of myself.
If you really get to know me,
Who I am inside and out,
I may not be who you thought I was and
Become unworthy of your friendship.
and... I crave sharing and revealing myself.
My voice wants to come out in my writing, or in art.
If you knew the very heart of me,
What makes me tick, where I spring from,
You may understand, and possibly come to love our friendship.
I study every word I write,
Deleting, revising, editing,
Just as I desire to edit every word I speak,
Making sure my words do not hurt, offend,
Or separate us as friends.
and... I write with abandon, seated at my desk,
Letting the words come freely.
Whatever thought springs into my heart, and into my mind
At that moment, flow uncensored onto the page.
Because of this, my friends will know, and see, me.
I am hesitant to share my faith.
It offends some, it makes some wary,
It sets me up for failure.
My friends may despise my imperfections
And turn away from faith,
As a result of my failings.
and... I want so much to share my faith,
It sustains me, it changes me,
It brings me hope even when I fail.
My friends should have this too, a
Life sustaining faith that each of us is still God's own
If, and even when, we fail.
There are two opposing sides to me;
One based on insecurities,
The other based on freedom of my spirit.
I may be unique, but I doubt that.
The trick is to find the balance between
My obsessive observations and
Just being comfortable with who I am,
A human being, flawed,
Imperfect, but still loved and forgiven.
Just like my friends...
Copyright, Aug. 2008