Truth Poem by Tiffanie Lein

Walking aimless along a plane
Reverie consumes the hapless song
Seeming normal yet not quite sane,
Ideal form the heart belonged.

Sudden splash of chilly water!
Splinter of pain fly everywhere
Pieces on floor that she gathers
Jolt the senses here and there.

What is this, this beautiful pain?
Assail the mind with knives galore.
Soft, the senses don't quite maim
Her smooth actions, her head so lore.

A bolt of lightning, a thunder stroke:
Frail the trance, emboldens the form.
Form doth form a weary poke
That cornered the dream, e'er thus shorn.

Truth - defiant though unsolicited;
Misery/glee: all at once engendered.