A thought in the process

Maybe it is time

To utter

Those syllables

I have been gurgling

Hoping no one asks

Maybe it is time

To admit

Thorny truths

Pricking me

When I hold more than a few

Maybe it is time

To look

In a clean mirror

And not turn away

From the woman in front

Maybe it is time

To hear

The sounds

I have been trying

To ignore

Maybe it is time

To feel

My heart's desires

And love those

Who need more from me

Maybe it is time

To speak

About the lies

I have kept

And fed

Maybe it is time

To accept

An inevitable end

Enjoy it all now

Before the final breath