The Voice

Every now and then it speaks to us
Only in a way that listening is a must
Its tells us either no or yes
If to stand still or try to progress
Whether its wrong or whether its right
Whether to retreat or just stand up and fight

No one else can hear it but you
Only you know if what it says is true
Because it comes from deep inside
One of many true friends that come to you to confide
But yet still we consider if we should follow or alternate
Then we think about our fate

Now its what you want the outcome to be
And maybe what the world will see
Can it be your gut feeling showing you the way
Throughout the night or throughout the day
Maybe in reality its God’s way of communicating a message
The message when we are caught center stage
With our biggest concerns and fears
When no one can help us not even our closest peers

By Romelle Burgess

The Naked Truth

So often we hear from others “just tell me the truth”
But we both know when they do hear it their heads go through the roof
And even though u knew how bad it could be
It gets even worse when it comes out in the open
Having such an effect it leaves a sour taste of a couple limes
But don’t get me wrong I do believe in telling the truth at all times
Well to tell the naked truth most of the time anyways
Even though I know the harm and hurt it might even raise

Often we don’t know either how to say it or when to say it
But the longer we take the deeper the pit
And the deeper the pit the harder they fall, the more pain they gain
Because by the time you get out you’re back in another situation again

We cover it up with nice words to start
We even omit the worse part
We totally deny any connection with the naked truth
And continue because there is a lack of proof
And to top it off we just say we just don’t want to talk
Because the pressure is all over us like a hawk

For the reality is many of us can’t handle the truth
Whether we are saying it or hearing it
In the end we will react how at the time we see fit
So why ask if you know the possibilities of hearing what you can’t handle is there

By Romelle Burgess