Truth
A precious gift
you see truth like a poppy seed fragile and sweet and gently swallowed
a precious gift that many cannot afford or value truth is a sword that can cause pain and liberation but in the unravelling truth can be your salvation in the spooling of fear and the discarding of distrust I've learned the mess of truth does a great job at clearing things up though truth doesn't always need or deserve to be shared we can hold it quietly without letting it spill viciously from our mouths but remember truth is a hard burden to carry alone and there is a gentle power in sharing your truth with another for this living is short and no one knows whether their span is a breath or a full measure of years
This was a collaborative poem! Here are the wonderful writers that contributed:
Bob Johnson, HEW(Hue) of Poetry, Kay Vicencio, Dr.Henna - Soul Mentor, Amrita Skye Blaine
Please note:
sometimes when creating a collaborative poem, it ends up that even smaller fragments lead to a unified whole or that words and phrases call for further shaping and moulding. This is no reflection on the contributor. Instead, it’s a beautiful reminder that the creative process is always filled with twists and turns.
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