Joanne Cucinello

The earth´s beginning to crack
fissures everywhere
opening to show what´s really inside
just like me.

Funny how uncontrollable this all is
I can´t keep a lid on it anymore
Can you?

Words just fly out of my mouth
without a harness or a shield
and I don´t even care
that´s the truth of it.

I used to think first
speak later
count how many friends I´d lose
if I didn´t

But now it´s different
time is running out like sand
through the cracks
and I refuse to keep mixing mortar

There´s no more time left
for make-pretends
it´s time for truth . . . my truth
and you know what?
I´m just going to let it rumble!