My Santiago

My Mind

It wakes me up at 3, Having been busy sifting through layer upon layer

Of my indiscretions, Over this past time

And it does not let me off lightly, Instead forcing me to admit and affirm action, Tracking me through overstatement, Timidity, Acts of cowardice disguised as pragmatism.

It makes me wake To myself, To yet again, Reassess, reaffirm and readjust, My actions, Understanding that

Over talking is not caring And silence is not brave.