Selectively Limited

When I give...
It is from within me,
That is done!

When I speak...
Not a bush do I beat,
Like some may do and run.

My purpose has been made very clear.
And those who fear,
Make excuses heard...
Far and near.

When I give...
It is from within me,
That is done!

When I speak...
Not a bush do I beat,
Like some may do and run.

Protecting insecurities.
No eye contact made to greet...
Those they pass on familiar streets.

I am happiest when others live lives of truth.
It is difficult to face it.
It was for me.
But denial kept me abused and confused.

And when I refused deception of all kinds...
I began to speak from my heart.
And found 'peace' to be a friend of mine.
Although I do admit,
My contact with some folks...
Has been selectively limited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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