True to me


I fear to be that which I am -
vulnerable and hurting.
So weary of being strong 
and with depression flirting.

I know I should be true to me,
not hiding or disguising,
but to be open takes much more,
and risking criticizing.

Better to veil my true feelings
than risk them being battered
and bruised as only love can do,
and then to the wind scattered.

Recovery takes so much time, 
Perhaps I should wait longer. 
Keep holding back from committing,
and yet be left to wonder. 

So often my life is like that, 
not knowing to do or die. 
Situations arise often
where I choose to fight or fly. 


(c)2001 by Robert H. Harrison