An Open Soul To Hidden Truths

There is a certain pride in my heart, Deep in the gut of my soul, And in every moving cell working for the other That preaches and presses in a padded jail Where no other living soul can hear Treasurable, valuable words being uttered With conviction and every golden verdict It is a silent pride, and a sad one at times, Longing to be heard, though it cannot reveal Longing to be shared with a parched mind That can only reveal itself through the continual Ritual of living each day I want to share with utter integrity and light, With a full heart, to activate the gentle expansion Of freeing, outstretched wings You cannot listen to these truths I scream Because I am closed away by this pride, My cognizance and cruel prudence imprisons me, And at times I am happily bound This pride, this opulent air of knowing Restlessly deepens within It seeps deeper inside, Because I doubt any will quite understand And appreciate Through the lens of pure honesty This pride is fearful and selfish We do not want to be seen as a fool I want these confessions to feel Omnipotent, and apart from my emotions Pure honesty reminds me That without emotions, without feeling… This knowledge, this enlightenment Cannot be expressed Unless fear, cramping the soul Leaves this prison If love eases breakage to flow into tender ears To compassionate minds, And perceptive hearts