Poem: I do not wish to speak of it right now

I do not wish to speak of it right now

It is too complicated,
is fraught and I am afraid,
I can say the truth
and mean one thing
and be told it means another
and be told who I must be
because of what is meant
by what I did not intend to say,
or I could say things
I don't even mean
to be safe, or things
that I do mean
that are not understood,
or I could speak of things
that are not even connected
and be told it is cowardice
or have it be a reason
for harm or hatred
or anything of that sort.
We live in a world
of dangers, more and more.
I should be braver,
I know that.
It is important
to speak truth
and be honest
and say what must be said
even when it is dangerous,
or maybe even more so
when there is a potential,
but I don't think
I am ready
or that I am even the person,
not for this, I think.
I have opinions
and a perspective,
but I am not so close to this,
even as I am touching it
just by being alive
and being who I am.

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