Honesty..!

Some days
my truth is an earthquake,
rumbling, shaking, and loud,
it wakes me up with a scream,
and it crumbles the molding
on the court building,
downtown.

Some days
my truth is a summer breeze,
lifting up my dress,
and caressing my face.
It makes me shiver,
and it ruins my day.

Some days,
my truth is the first ocean wave,
of a tsunami.
Blue, and big, and deafening.
It pushes and pulls at my body,
and it sweeps away the town,
in a swift leap.

Some days,
my truth sits on my tongue,
wrestling,
to be felt.