Truth

Sometimes I hit my blindspots
And I'm blinded by the lies and the
Truth catches me blind and
I see spots.

Holes where my world view has shifted
With my spirits lifted by
Empty lyrics, broken sonnets, in a song
They speaks the very lies that left me blind
But truth is kind
Though not at first.


At first it hurts as it
Burns beneath the surface
As it Sears and severs and moves
Seemingly without purpose
Seeming worthless
At the time but yet divive
Inspiriation uncovers my eyes and I am
I am side-swiped by the truth

The sheer beauty of it catches me
Unaware
And there, in the middle of the
traffic of the muddy thoughts inside my mind
The truth stops me in my tracks
The sweetest, kindest, of attacks
And I relax in the beauty of
The truth

Exactly what I needed
So shocking and so
Stopping and so
Clear that I believed it
And so I heeded,
And dropped off all the trash that did precede it

And now I see
No more blindness crippling
The truth is rippling and touching ever area
I see the fruit,
The fruitfulness of the pusuit
The freedom of,
The accretion of, 
The secretion of,
the truth.