I Understand Myself Here

I walk and talk.

Sometimes it’s borderline arguing.

Sometimes what is said cuts right to the bone

And hurts in ways the receiver cries,

All the while I am just walking all alone.

I tell a joke and laugh out loud,

It is good that I am often on the path by myself.

So my chuckle bothers no one anyway,

And I don’t have to explain the nuances

In everything I think and say.

I tell a story with plot twists

And an array of characters

With complexities impacting simplicity

And I become lost in my attempt

To escape my own complicity.

But, it is the safest walk I know.

I neither fall nor does my spirit sag.

My language is so strong and clear,

I am not at all ambiguous.

I understand myself here.