A Time of Change

This double life has got to end.

My secret mind is not my friend.

To find myself, it seems I need

To clear the air with guts and speed.

There's so much there that's out of view

I can't discern it. How 'bout you?

I'm unaware of how I seem

To those I love, but there's a team

Of people who misunderstood

My words and actions. Far from good,

They thought that I intended harm

And I set off in them alarm.

That part of my life, I can fix

With diligence. I hope it sticks.

However, there's a lot remaining

Secretly that's conscience-staining

Must I give up all these vices?

All must be told, no more surprises?

How far must my disclosure go?

To live without my guilt, I know,

There are some things that I must quit

And I have started: just a bit.

I have so many things to learn,

And unlearn. It's come out, or burn.

And so I start, and this is tough.

I don't know how much is enough.

Do all folks hide their secrets dark?

Will life last? At least a spark?

God help me, this I humbly pray.

Without support, I'll flee away.