the truth (needs Jesus like editing skills)
I wonder if the words we say,
the words we need to hear.
“The truth is…”
I want someone to say to me
So as a rule, I tell the truth–
hard & brutal though it may be.
(“The aftermath of truth’s brutality
makes it worth the pain of telling it”,
“It’s shameful and it’s cleansing: an
abrasiveness I’ve become addicted to.)
Except, I’m lying. It isn’t true.
Honestly? The biggest lie
I know to tell is the truth.
Because the truth is that
the truths I tell are hardly ever (completely) true–
more a cutting sword
(don’t come near me, I’ll hurt you),
more a righteous shield of protection.
(my desire for truth is more about
hiding me, than helping you)
more a lie
(now that may be true).
I wonder if the words we say
the words we are afraid to hear.
“The truth is…”.