ready for some substance, meat on the bones of my soul
time to sit, and think, and talk, and tell the truth
no more meaningless words, humor without love
ready to be still and know that God is God, ready
to bare my existence before another, to cry, to sink deeply
into the arms of someone I actually care about
ready to stop living an empty life, we are living emptily because
we are afraid of what substance will mean for us. We are afraid
of what will happen when we tell the truth, if we cry
we are afraid of who will see us and know us for who we are.
The bravest thing is to know that the world will tear you to shreds
but to keep showing them yourself anyway- to keep
being vulnerable, to keep pounding your hot heart's blood through
your veins when the world wants you to be cold and quiet,
to speak up and to tell the truth, you will not lie, I will not lie.
I will not forget to have lived when the time comes to die.