Honesty is reached through the doorway of grief and loss.
The fear of loss, in one form or another, is the motivator behind all conscious and unconscious dishonesties.
A good poem looks life straight in the face, unflinching, sincere, equal to revelation through loss or gain.
It might be liberating to think of human life as informed by losses and disappearances as much as by gifted appearances, allowing a more present participation and witness to the difficulty of living.
