There is only one way,
To face and know truth.
And that is,
Comparing it to denial.
With a mind nonjudgemental.
Many find difficult to do.
Denial kept,
Becomes regretted.
To become painful to admit,
The keeping of it protected.
Eventually to wonder why.
Truth,
On the other hand...
To admit it hurts to hear it.
Heals to forget,
The regretting of it heard.
Believing it threatens denial kept.
A denial already shown to others known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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