TRUTH-SLAYER
In My Shadows
A guessing game it is not
A fill it to the brim certainly not
A marginal scale in my rear view not
A blended version of the truth, not
A variety of technicalities not.
Truth has not been
my friend or ally
not for one second.
Having stayed as far
away from the truth
has been my theorem,
when it should’ve
been my turning point.
Truth making
it's grand gesture
in my shadow,
it has gone too far
attempting to force
my hand or dare -
I say my tongue.
It has tracked me down
letting me know
it's time to acknowledge
the errors of my
lying tongue.
This was not my first
warning that truth
was coming for me,
ignored all of them
especially where it hurts,
cowering down and
following from behind
not recognizing truth
before me, except in my dreams.
Meeting truth
once or twice,
even tried telling
the truth for a short
stent - It didn't feel right,
it was all off
even in my palette.
The flavors didn't mesh -
It was odd and less
of a funk.
Telling lies forever
and a day caused
an odor, yeap bad breath
coming from my mouth
and loud too.
Trying to tell the truth
such a tall order,
left a bad taste behind.
Had been lying
so long it felt like
putting on my
Sundays best in words.
How dare truth
come my way
and force me
to change my
status-quo
going from a liar
to a truth slayer.
I'll pass I’m good
in my own skin.
About the Creator
Jacqueline Elaine Hudson
She is a natural-born scribe penning from her cup. Healing has expunged her sorrows, trampled over her woes & yields straightening (like a hot comb) to the crooked places. Every pen she crafts is protected Ⓒ Apostle Jacqueline Hudson.
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