Painful Truth

Another line,
another verse,
each day aligned,
and well rehearsed.

Interactions are well received,
with nothing hidden in a sleeve.

A bitter truth,
a bitter pain,
eyes search for proof
through visual stains.

Some turn their face away from acts,
convince themselves theories are facts.

A guilty heart,
a guilty fear,
breaks thoughts apart,
cause storms of tears.

Honesty provides joy and hurt,
both play their part to clear up dirt.

A brand new slate,
a brand new life,
step up to fate,
feeling divine.

Knowing what “is”, not what “should be”,
makes space for faith and loyalty.

– Grace Y. Estevez -Reddy

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