Honesty stepped into the conversation
But she wasn’t spoken
She came under the words
Punctured my pride
Letting the blood of my true prejudices run out
Soaking through my carefully considered clothes choice
And I stared down at the red truth dripping
Half shocked
Half hurt
Fully ashamed at what Honesty had revealed
All the shades of green
Softly falling like someone draping fresh sheets on a bed
Tiny unfolding fingers and toes digging into the ground
For the first time
Crunching, grabbing, and crumbling all the old memories of autumn and winter
Letting them blow away in the breeze born this morning
No remorse
No Bitterness
No unforgiveness
Just enjoyment and thanksgiving for all the shades of green
by: A.E. Hannigan
