Truth

prose about the truth of life

Sitting with eyes closed
but you can't live like that
ignoring
forgetting
it's not that easy.

You say,
"I can't remember if I never see"
but what truth is that
when you will remember every word
that's thrown across the room.

Bouncing off the ways
and
hanging on every syllable
as it follows you out the door
catching your heels and dragging a thought.

The cookie cutter secrets
and
silver screen lies
dancing on your lips.

Ears shut against the world
refusing
"you can control it," you say
you won't be bothered.

We all know you're lying
it's shown in your eyes
the lies glistening
resounding in your head like the empty footsteps you left.

Every one raises a doubt
what if?
why?
should?

The words tugging at you
making it harder to continue in that process.
mind starting to waiver.

Footsteps stop sounding
ears open to the words being whispered,
the slow message being crept into your head.

Finally taking the blinders off your eyes
you see it how it is.

Without the cookie cutter secrets and silver screen lies
with grace and beauty.
the truth finding its way into your soul.
never again will deny it its home.