There’s something
so fulfilling
about being direct
Something so
thrilling
Something so
perfect

I know that “directness” seems
frightening
I know to some it’s like being
struck by lightning
I know that ‘correctness” appears
to be enlightening

There’s no better gift
than conversation
Nothing so swift
as true sensation
Honesty has never been
a mystery
Promise me integrity
isn’t history

So, I choose to be direct
not perfect
I choose to be me
never to flee
I’d rather
fly
Then live
a lie

-Grace