The Truth in Lies: My Story and Philosophy (Prose & Poetry)
There are Truths in Lies
Truth. It has many stories to tell. Some aren’t such great stories. Truth can break your heart. The truth that hurts can have you struggling to hang on to a little piece of your sanity at times. It uncovers lies that cannot be hidden anymore. It can destroy a person’s world. It can leave you with the awful feel of abandonment. The truth that I’ve known, more often than not, has ripped my soul out of my body more times than I care to share. I have been an empty vessel of a once full person more than I want to remember now; mostly about LOVE of course.
We always search for that sweet feeling of LOVE. It’s what we all desire. It’s what some come to find. Some people can obtain and hold onto it until the end. However, some of us seem to have the luck of a fly. I know more than a few of us have been stunned by the swat of love and the truth behind the lie of it.
Yes, truth should be good, but it can be very destroying sometimes. The old saying of THE TRUTH HURTS, is no joke. It can completely throw someone into a major downward spiral.
My Own Reality of Truth
Truth Brings Wisdom; That's My Philosophy
Even so, there is a Brightside to the truth isn’t there? It’s hard to uncover, but it is always there. I have unfortunately had to find it often through life. It does get exhausting.
Recently, my life has proceeded to remind me that I have no luck at all, and I’m on my usual hunt for that sanity side of me that can bring the light into my darker days. Casting away the thought that I’m just not worth a good truth, but am gifted only with the bad part of truth that brings lies to the surface. It is with much sorrow, at times, that I have found the truth that is me. The one who has, thankfully, grasped an understanding of what life is really supposed to be about. I have seen enough hurt and disappointment in my own life to find glory in my simple one. I had no choice. Trying to strive for a life that would escalate on the scale of success, wealth, and love the way most of us want it, wasn’t meant to be for me. I finally found that it was acceptable not to be on the same road to those things as others. However, I must live with an ache that will taunt me to the end. The truth of knowing I may never find, or fit in with love. One that could and would accept me for me that is.
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the TRUTH, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
— Ernest Hemingway
I'm On Repeat: A Common Theme for Me
God, how many times have I written this truth? I do admit I get tired of the theme. I want it to be contentment now, and I’ll continue to pray I find a way to get that. I am finding peace for who I am, but I still struggle with wanting that oh so desired thing that most of us live for. I crave not the wealth or success of life. I will work toward those and be settled even if I do not achieve the reward. However, LOVE; well, that is something of a truth that I will fight to find until the end of my days I suppose.
Accepting the loss only when I am too old to wonder or want it. I will gather wisdom from the trials of this, as I have several times over already. However, it will be a hard road to continue to travel. It has been a tough road to walk alone and to realize that I may always be this way.
A Great Philosophy of Life; Do It Anyway!
Onward, Upward, and Keeping It Real...
This hub and poem were hard for me to write. It seems I do struggle sometimes when I want to put my point across to readers. I find my vision to do so hard to explain in words some days. This actually has taken me a few days to put out, and I'm not completely sure if I'm pleased with it still. However, like the song by Martina Mcbride, I always do it ANYWAY.
The hope I have is that some will get it. I am not so ego driven that I think everyone who comes across my writing will enjoy it, or even understand it. At the same time, I am inclined to BELIEVE in my own purpose of prose and poetry, that yes, does have a common theme a lot of times. If you have read some of my work here you know I delve into this subject of love lost and hardships quite often.
Even so, I constantly find my own different view of life's hardships, and those questions I come up with for myself. This, of course, was me finding the reality that TRUTH will unfailingly uncover LIES. Then, in turn, what happens is the lie is inevitably the truth of the situation. This is my total life story. Therefore, again, I write common themes with different takes on the subject, or with a unique perspective, if you will. It becomes my philosophy of my own life, and maybe someone's out there too.
So, there you have it; an explanation of this hub and poem. Again, I don't mind that some will not like it,or understand it, but I would like you to give it some deep thought. Thank You!
My Question After My Explanation is;
Do you understand my words? Do you get my purpose?
My Truth. My Curse.
I’m staring into my own life.
It's not what I wanted, but is
what I expected from knowing
my mistake of conception.
It’s the truth of a lonely child
fighting her demons; blank
staring at everything with no
Wake up to this world, I must
find a way, to be just like the
other little girls who play.
Oh yes, how I tried to fit here.
However, I was sin before
my first breath in.
A soul cursed without reason;
a life broken; a truth of lies
brewing up in the distance.
For a time, blessed with
beauty and charm, that made
me intertwine with many
Even so, sin of my unseen
difference, would interrupt
my contented existence.
For no particular purpose,
my life would halt, leaving
me hopeless, in pain, and
Love would leave without
any excuses; not a negative
wave nor details to the
The big lie I was cursed
with wouldn’t let me be.
Everywhere I went; I ended
And here in the present
now where I dwell, I still
search for a soul which
They have to be out there
to set me free; to bury the
lies the universe has cursed
© 2016 Missy Smith