We love it

We demand it

Yet

We hate it

We fear it

We’d like to think that we are living it

Only to realize we barely know how to give it

Free the skeletons in our closets

The fears and the secrets

We try so hard to empty it

But we end up adding more

Bones in our dungeons of regret

Remorse and

In the end of it all

We can only recollect

And tell ourselves

That

Honesty is as big

And as loud

And scary

As a lion roaring

Right at us

So raw

So pure

To be honest

Is to be brave

To be vulnerable

Is to be brave

To be weak

Is to be strong