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Too Yenta, Too Late

Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.

Gossip. Chatty Cathy. Blabbermouth.

I've been called a lot of different things in my life

That all mean one thing: oversharing

Told numerous times by people in the past

That I tend to reveal too many personal things to undeserving souls

Who use it later against me in a court of law or public opinion

A lack of filter that caused verbal projectiles to fly out at will

People tended to look on in shock or laughed at my blunt nature

Made me look reliable and naïve in the same instance

A double edged sword with two extra sharp blades

Dug into the right side after one false move in the wrong direction

Wiggled out of the latest trap I found myself locked into

Unfortunately, not entirely unscathed this moment

Afraid to make a move in the enchanted forest for now

Don't want to step on any more metaphorical or physical landmines

Only have so many body parts to hold onto before there was nothing left

Found that it was better to simply remain silent and nod when spoken to

Safer to not tick off the wrong faction and end up with a social contract on my head

Narrowly avoided on a special naughty list by a mere inch or so

Still believed that I wasn't entirely in the wrong though

Just I could've waited before speaking that particular truth

Glad no sharp objects were around when it occurred

Would've likely ended up in the rogue's gallery of Dateline guests

Honesty sometimes best policy and led to a strong relationship

Preferred to have someone to confide in when going got tough

Instead of swallowing those painful word bombs before they imploded

Is my timing or execution always perfect? Not always.

Shouldn't be held against me when my intention wasn't meant to harm

Time heals all wounds, so should this one.


What's being said? Too much or not enough? You decide.

What's being said? Too much or not enough? You decide.