Prose Poem
Truth
some thoughts…
I don’t want to think about how true I am to myself.
I might find an answer, if answered in truth, that would hurt me to the bones.
As usual, I glance past the truth and casually hold the treacherous lies, to strut through this thing called life.
Will I ever be courageous enough to listen to my thoughts without the support of lies that seem to smoothen out the roughness that is life?
I don’t know, and that is the truth!
Vinitha Dileep is a lover of words who found solace in writing and rewriting software codes until life took a turn and laid the path to writing poems every day.
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