What if in my honesty,
I am not believed?
If someone were to question my reality?
Can truth ever be received,
Without proof and the third-degree?
What if I misword my speech,
And what’s heard’s not meant?
Should I remain silent or cry, plead, and beseech…
The Gods, who will stay absent,
As my honor flies out of reach?
What if in my honesty,
I am not believed?
Am I the fool for truly speaking openly,
Of the plight of the bereaved?
With no corpse to see, and nod: acknowledgingly;
For in acceptance of the truth…
Men want proof…..They all want proof.
K. Aldaya, 1/18/19