Not a word from my lips,
Would have a need to be regarded...
As embellishments to interpret.
Since facts to document,
Have long been presented.
Without my attempts to re-invent them.
And often there are times I find I wish,
An easier road I could have taken...
When I reminisce,
The 'reality' of my accomplishments
However...
IF I did choose to exaggerated,
Any experiences I had to have 'had' taken place...
I am sure in the doing,
Someone would discover my exaggerations...
Far less interesting than those 'facts' uncovered.
Facts for me too painful to reveal in my process to heal.
Even for the ones disbelieving the truth as it is!
And only for the purpose to entertain kept delusions,
Do I comprehend the need some have to stay amused.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem