The Truth Motions Poem by Radmila Stankovic

I need a word…
powerful, movable,
troublesome,
irritable.

I must awake the truth
with my resentment.
To ask her,
how many stairs still
to pass?
The first, the second, the third,
it seems like forever.

I seek for the truth
so much I cannot see
so much I do not want to
hear
Now I must
awake the truth.

I seek for the word,
movable, powerful,
troublesome,
irritable.
Truth is that word.

I persisted
with a few
deep sighs
to see the reflection of mine
I make the motions of the truth
for everything that
was dying in me.

I alleged myself
on her.
I am speechless, I wait
for her motions.
I listen,
people speak
about the truth,
some play with her,
some ridicule her,

and no one will be spared.

I still listen,
as I awake her

with my resentment…
I awake her within me
only to ask her
if I am right

The truth is the reflection of life
but,
I hardly accept
her motions.

If I do not
do anything today
tomorrow I will be fallacious.

I awake you
with my resentment…
to ask you,
why on this morning
this city hunts me,
turbulent sounds
hunt me.

And now I get to know,
on this morning,
I see the reflection of mine
and that is the truth.

Radmila Stanković