The Truth Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky
The Truth
I want the sharp,
belligerent truth
instead of a blunted
lie.
I want it to tear through,
once and for all,
so I can fix the laceration myself.
Blunted wounds
like lies
are harder to mend.
Because you don't know
how long they've been lying,
or
who knows that you don't know,
or
why they lied in the first place.
So give me the truth,
where it can
rip me open or
pierce me shut;
a maniacle safety pin.
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9/19/2024 8:35:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
its such a realistic poem....it speaks the truth i strongly agree with you the element of uncertainty with lies are so unbearable that its better to be torn apart by the bitter piercing truth once for all. keep musing wishes anjali