I
lied
today . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
the
usual
place . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
the
usual
way . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
w
i
t
h
–
–
–
the
usual
shame . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
lied
today . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
told
.
y
o
u
.
I
.
would
change . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
that
I
.
.
would
find
.
a
way
.
t
o
.
not
be
.
t
h
e
.
same . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
would
–
–
find
a
way . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
would
–
–
find
a
way . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
change . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
the
vibrant
–
–
color
parades
–
–
which
remain
.
s
o
.
full
.
o
f
.
hope
–
–
throughout
.
t
h
e
.
days,
–
–
always
seem
.
t
o
.
bathe
.
i
n
.
the
shade . . .
–
–
–
.
.
~ they
always
–
–
seem
.
t
o
.
bathe
.
i
n
.
the
shade
.
o
f
.
watercolor
rain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
by
.
t
h
e
.
time
.
.
I
awake
.
t
o
.
daybreak . . .
–
–
–
.
.
~ yes,
by
.
t
h
e
.
time
I
awake . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
find
–
–
myself
unchanged . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
rearranged . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
in
the
.
s
a
m
e
.
place
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
swimming
.
i
n
.
the
gray . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
swimming
.
i
n
.
the
gray . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
even
though
.
m
y
.
life
–
–
might
seem
.
t
o
.
only
.
b
e
.
drifting . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
well,
.
a
t
.
least
I’m
.
s
t
i
l
l
.
swimming . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ at
least
–
–
I’m
.
s
t
i
l
l
.
swimming . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
I
lied
today . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
lied
today . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
lied
today . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
the
usual
place . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
the
usual
way . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
w
i
t
h
–
–
–
the
usual
shame . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
lied
today.
Reflection: This was a popular personal struggle-themed poem I wrote back in December of 2019. The opening line: “I lied today… in the usual place… in the usual way…” came to me in the beginning moments and the poem wrote itself from that opening line. I’m sure many who have dealt with significant personal struggles – their own or those of people close to them – will be able to relate to this poem.
I played the song “Why” by Annie Lennox in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for this poem. The song really seemed to fit. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.