Simply Be

I have these internal discourses,
meandering to and from the pit,
not so much to myself
as with myself,
dissecting the day
for titbits of inspiration.

I better observe situations
at a distance
because up close
I have no control over my emotions.
I tend to stagger, trip and fall
over words and phrases.

I dig a hole of my own making,
burying my dignity,
pulling all the dirt
down on me.
Then I can only use my heart
to free myself again.

But I remind myself each time
this helps me;
it gives me the strength
to stand up against
the weight of others' opinions
when they hardly know me.

I have these internal dialogues
weaving from topic to topic,
not so much about myself
as for myself,
to let go of what others might think
and allow myself to simply be.