Poem: It Would Be Good to Tell You

It Would Be Good to Tell You

to be honest about all this.  I want
to be, to tell, to be honest.
It is like a weight in my lungs,
holding it all.  I cannot breath, 
it feels as if I am in a mist, as if
the air is not air.  I want to let go,
to step outside, to step away
from this, and I know, I must speak,
must tell you, must say it all<
even if you do not wish to hear it,
even if I do not wish it were true.
It is true.  I should say it.
I know I should say it.
I know not saying it
will leave me bereft of air,
will leave me with nothing
to power any voice again.

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