What I Can’t Say Face-To-Face

The road ahead won’t be easy.
It can be tough.
Time will never stop.

But we must find a way to overcome—
before it’s too late.

I don’t know how to approach the family,
how to reach each one of you
before the door closes.

We use every excuse to stay angry,
to disconnect.
So when I try,
it feels like it might be for nothing.

The truth is—
I struggle to say things in the moment.
I fumble.
I hesitate.
The words form slowly in my heart,
but they don’t always make it to my lips.

That’s why I write.

In my writings,
I have the time to speak with thought,
with love,
with perspective.

What I can’t say face-to-face,
I say here.

It is sincere.
It comes from my heart.

It is my hope—
if we all truly want it,
we can do it.

I promise you this:
you will not regret it.

I’ve asked the guy up above
to let me stay
until I can fix the family.

So, if you’re reading this,
know that it’s not preaching.
It’s my voice—
honest, vulnerable,
in ways I never knew how to be before.

I love my family deeply.
And more than anything,
I would love to have a gathering—
a time where we sit together,
open up,
exchange ideas,
share our truths.

Safely.
Without judgment.
With love.

That’s all I ask.
That’s all I hope for.