Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

Be Authentic

Posted Friday, January 27, 2012

I caught a glimpse today
In the mirror
As I was getting ready
My tattoo
My tree
My symbol of authenticity

In that moment
I was unsettled
Wanting peace in a relationship
Instead of the drama I was in

That's why I got it
The tattoo
To remind me
To scream at me really
That this is how I've decided to live
With truth
With real-ness
Even when it's unsettling
Even when it means anger instead of forgiveness
Even when relationships end

My tree
My tattoo
It reminds me
That I'm an adult
And life is sometimes hard
But truth
In the end
Will bring good

It reminds me 
That I lived the other way
So long
So many years of lying to myself
So many years of trying to get people to like me

Oh, it was fun
In the moment
But in the end
It brought pain

When I show up as me
Really me
When I tell the truth
When I remain vulnerable
What I get
Is real

by Ken Carlson

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