Honesty

Sometimes
Isn’t just the harshness
Of a cold shower
The silence
On the other end
Of the phone
The emptiness
When they leave
Or the piercing
Of the blade
As you slice it
Through your heart

It’s the gentleness
Of the summer breeze
The calmness
Of a rippling pond
The protection
Of a weeping willow
The vastness
Of the Milky Way
The hand extended

I’ve lived too long
Choosing the former
Because I thought
I could do this on my own

Its time
I choose the latter
I know I need help
It’s time I learned
To ask for it