where it came from

 

"where it came from"

 


To speak only for myself
is a kind of shelter,

 

to speak so another can meet me
is a kind of risk.

 

So, I do what I’ve always done:
shape the truth just enough

 

that it can leave the room
without losing its centre,

 

but not so much
that it forgets where it came from.

 

 

 

 

 


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Written on 2026-07-13 at 12:41

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
but not so much/
that it forgets where it came from.

...such wise words, which I can so clearly empathise with. Bravo.

Blessings, Allen
2026-07-13


Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
I quite understand the words expressed.
I put my foot in my mouth.
I'm learning.
From you.
2026-07-13