False Truths

Sometimes I worry that words are false truths

spent after the fact – or before

but never during.

We talk ourselves into, through, and out of,

spin the story,

set the stage -

but ignore what's already on the page.

Do words hold power or do people?

If we justify, is it just?

Is the heart an open book, a ticking clock?

Or is it just a heart?

Maybe it's not wrong to say “this is why

I chose to pick up that guitar”

if it keeps you playing.

Maybe it's not wrong to write down words

of courage for when you have none.

Maybe it's not wrong

to say I love you

I love you I love you I love you

because I do.

I do.

I really do.