Staring at a blank page
Hoping words of hope
Will flow
And fill this meaningless vast expanse
But hoping is for naïve
And innocent
I no longer am
For I have seen life
So let me be real
And brutal with my words
Only they can salvage
The wounds of hope
The white allure of the ideal
Let me rip apart
this shroud of goodness,
Muddying the reality
Only honesty can cure
This lie of civility
Do not coat me
With sugar of righteousness
and honor and integrity
These exemplary words
Ring hollow without action
Let me write free
If not live so.
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