It takes one glance
It’s up to you to trust it
-M. Taggart
Tag: Truth
Mono
If you rely on manipulation rather than truth, you are weak.
-M. Taggart
Poem
Truth doesn’t hide-
Dust away deception
and see
-M. Taggart
Poem
Anxiety is sitting one-thousand-times
and not once was it good enough
Not once was it kind
All we needed was a simple breath
while we lose our mind
-M. Taggart
poem
Sometimes you can reach for a thought-
much like finding yourself
-M. Taggart
See ya later #Poem
Anyone praying on Hell
Has missed the point
And We’ll not see you again
-M. Taggart
I’ve been a busy boy
That’s my building in the background.
Up she goes,
Building a company from scratch isn’t easy.
they say opportunity knocks once.
that isn’t true.
which one you feel passion for-
that’s where you’ll find the path
-M. Taggart
I apologize for not being there for some of you.
Poem
I was gifted with a keen memory.
So much so that when
I recount a particular scenario
participants unwilling to hear
their truth question my sanity.
And I’m fine with that.
-M. Taggart
Poem
I can’t write you into emotion and leave.
I went bald while in college.
That’s why I have a hat, I learned how
to wear it in Turners Falls
Tough people there
tough kids with bats
I was told my forehead was too big.
Wore my hat.
Backward.
Been in a few fights over that.
Sometimes I win.
Bars look funny when you’re on the inside.
It was a girl btw
who told me my forehead was too big
It’s easy to feel ugly.
-M. Taggart
Up This Road
Up this road just a few miles more
is where I lived my worst memories.
Gill. That’s the name of the town.
Lots of cows, brooks and a river.
An editor is trying to help me
push forward with my story.
He’s waiting for my adjustments.
Every time I open it, I’m triggered.
I’ve updated nothing. Maybe I should
drive to this spot, walk a few miles.
Maybe that’ll unlock my leash.
That’s the thing about severe
childhood trauma. You can lock it away,
compartmentalize, as always, but
when it comes down to it it’s
as alive as it always was. Fight or Flight.
I chose to fight. I’m stuck on FIGHT.
Up that road, just a little ways, holds some
of my best memories. Mother. Brothers. Life.
-M. Taggart
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