Ever wondered --
How many faces does TRUTH have? Does it bleed when it hurts? Does it die? Does its heart break in pain? Does it cry? Does it walk with pride when it wins over lies? Does it walk away with grace, or at least -- tries? We think of truth as absolute. As one. As a straight line. But there is YOUR truth. And then there is MINE Truth is possessive. Not objective. Truth will dissolve with another perspective. Truth doesn't care if you lie to it. Truth doesn't care if you die in it. Truth is nothing but a slogan we use An empty quest for an imaginary goose. It is a symbol, a word, a feeling. Something we deem as appealing. But only deceivers know the magic of truth And maybe sometimes the idealist youth Truth is flawless in its lie, it is strong Because when you're filled with it -- you're never wrong So as they say -- to thine OWN self be true Because sooner or later we'll all be through And being right or wrong will make no difference in the ground So follow the footsteps of whatever truth you found Some truth will lead you nowhere, and some will help you rise And if you see closely -- truth is often right there, in your eyes. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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