Being Honest With Fiction

I can recall the time when I realized one of my most valuable facts. No, really. This is true.Perhaps this was caused by a moment or calm in the storm. Or maybe this was a realization that there is no lifeboat on its way. And, so, if I am to win or at minimum, if I am to survive then the way I survive is up to me.Whether I pull myself from the swamps or how I gather myself and escape the emotional quicksand is up to me. I remember when I heard Saul Williams record in one of his spoken word moments: “If it is up to me, then it is up to me.”And, so, I agree,It is up to me.Thank you, sir. I am reaching out to you from my own solitary confinement.And this is fine.Really. It is.There has to come a time or a moment of awareness. And this when we see the truth.And the truth is that in my own right, I am my most precious and my own most valuable commodity.Alone and all; this me (or tis you too) in the raw,In my own right; this is my truth.The same thing goes for you in your own right.This is…