Personal Insight Poem by Sarah Persson

As I walk along my thoughts do wander,
To more than the rich sodden ground that I tread,
To what my life has bestowed upon me
And what it has taken away and betrayed me.

Which line do I walk? Which words should I speak?
How would I be viewed if the truth were spoken?
Have I been honest to myself through my days?
Or have I been expected to concede my true ways?

How do I know what is true and what's false?
Would I still be loved if I said more than most?
Is silence the grace of forgiving myself
Or perhaps an excuse for obscurance.

A walk in the open air under the trees,
Is great for the thoughts that I have as I please,
The truths and the questions will all come to light,
Along with the romance of personal insight.