Title Poem by kenneth william snow

So she said,
“Write, you whore…”
and I thought…I am
a whore, that is
but I haven’t written
because I haven’t cared enough...
enough...to break out of my circle of safety
and take a stand
against misery and suffering

the cliché is
…he wears his heart on his sleeve

the reality is
hiding your heart only foments
discord and mistrust
silence...speaks...suspiciously

we have our secrets
and we all hide in shadows
there will come a moment
when we will face retribution
long due our transgressions

step out into the light…now
before the shadows darken
be unmasked of all deception
be an example
of the purity of light
…and the deliverance
of truth

The time is now...is always