Truth be told

Truth be told I’m not that okay

I’m tired, wired, and looking less than desired

But at the same time

I’m better than great

For I’ve the best reason to carry

my current state.

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Truth be told I’m at capacity

There’s no time, or space, and my house is a disgrace

But my heart is not

It knows no bounds

It keeps making room for those

beating love sounds.

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Truth be told I’m lost in this all

I’ve forgotten my likes, dislikes, what dreams were in sight

But this is because

I’ve found myself engrossed

in this unfiltered chapter that’s

awoken me most.

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Truth be told I’m doubting myself

My choices, my reasons, those loud inner voices

But this means more

than some overwhelmed mind

It’s about caring so deeply that

I’ve become blind

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Truth be told I don’t know what’s next

My purpose, my “work”, my life after this

But that’s alright

for it’ll become clear

that there’s more time to plan and

less holding them near.

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Truth be told I’m not who I was

My name, appearance, what lights my flame

I’m “Mama” now

It’s etched into my core

so deep I’ll never be

just

no more.