Truth

Truth

By Claudine S.

I encountered truth one fateful day
And challenged him in every way.
As he raised his fist at me
He begged for me to let him be.

Truth said. “Leave! And make it quick!
As we both will become quite sick”
The facts are never nice to hear
The weight is too heavy for one to bear.

I muscled all the strength I had
And truth knew the crap was bad
He opened up his bottled mouth
And parts of him came tumbling out.

Truth hit so hard he caused me pain
A mighty fire swept through my brain.
Maybe I should have taken heed
And let truth simply rest indeed.

Photo by Gerry Dincher.

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