Truth (A Poem)
Somewhere in the recesses of your soul you know the truth.
It rings out and echoes through your mind.
It touches your innermost being and causes you to recoil.
This truth is not of your making because your truth is different.
You’ve repeated it over and over and now you are starting to believe it.
Truth is a magical idea.
It does not scream at you or bring attention to itself.
It whispers in your ear until it becomes so loud that you can’t hear anything else.
Truth is not what you make of it.
Truth is not subjective.
Truth is what every human wants, secretly.
Every human wants to live the truth that is within.
Most days though we choose to hide the truth and let the world see a lie.
We give them a façade and a fake reality because it is difficult to be a man of truth.
Because if we are honest, lying is much easier.
And the truth continues to echo in our minds and souls.
Searching for a way to reveal itself.
Who are you, really?
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