Instigating anything I can think of to assert,

The matters of my consciousness to make show of what hurts,

First I proclaim to feel negligible pain,

Until disdain arises in those with whom conversed,

One must bring forth an awareness in those he means to change,

It is imprudent to declare what has not yet been brought to bear,

It is not an act of rearranging what is already there maintained,

It is only that which brings forth what with one can better fare,

To understand my cares.

It’s not a matter of what’s practical,

It’s tactical,

I’m scared.

I do not wish to dish unless with gossips I can wear,

Costumes that ensnare me, into their forms prepared

For consolation, confrontation, and defensive stances chaired.

For safety is sought before this individual is seen,

I only want to know that where I step is still, serene,

I’ll disturb the earth, on which I mean to traverse,

Only then it seems unsafe because I tampered with it first,

In these matters I find little to suffice in terms of solace,

But a stranger sees distress in me that I cannot disguise,

My hope remains in procuring some thematic, worded knowledge,

And that somewhere wisdom will assemble over the course of time.