Photography by Osheen Chibber

truth {noun}

it’s a flighty bird
a metal cage
but it has no shape,
only a weight.
and like a burn
a lie
at first
doesn’t hurt
but continues to boil.
Truth, then
a salted sea breeze,
drops gathered on trees,
a cool washcloth changed by tender hands.
Truth, too
would have you
to a feeling.
more akin
to an instinct…
even if it would mean,
suddenly a simple story
sleepily unfolding
and marching on
where was once a blank page
to be slowly filled,
and hopeful.
why then?

what then,
the weight of Truth?
it makes you full, sets you free,
makes you slave,
to yourself

January 23, 2013 Blueprint Web Administrator No Comments

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