To be in love with the truth
Is to cheat on your confidence
And take pride in nothing
but your conscience…
It means that you have to reject
That comfortable, reassuring thought.
It means that you have to listen
With ears of scrutiny and scandal.
With a mind to know nothing.
With a heart to feel for those
Who no one believes
And a foul tongue of unpopularity.
Knowing all along that the
Real truth always evades you.
That each step closer is just
One more bound away.
Until you ascend into the heavens,
And distance has no context,
Where near is far and few between
Where truth and deceit are closer than
One would ever be to two.
And you realize that your search
Had no relation to the outside world
But a direct descendant to the inner plain.
A land of gratitude and grace.
Whatcha think about it?
Comments
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welcome to allpoetry
Interesting (in the best possible way) reading your thoughts. I liked this, especially your ending lines. Very well put together. Thank you for sharing with us all. I hope you continue to do so.
Enjoy the site.
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Well written
Enjoyed the read
Ken
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