The Truth… that painful, shameful, unpleasant entity
Kept in secret closets, hidden, its ugly identity
Staying under wraps, shielded from prying eyes
Those patched wraps of half-truths, almost-lies..
With passage of time, getting heavier as well
As it soaks up the burden of every lie you tell..
Telling the truth is something that you
For the sake of your sanity, have to do
But how would the truth suddenly unfold
Unravel all previous fables you have told
If you try to embellish it, again you would
Go down the spiral of lies that you never should…
So how do you tell the truth after hiding it for years?
You weave a story around it, acknowledge your fears
Write it down for the world to see
Fiction may set the hidden truth free..
Your soul would experience relief profound
Telling your story is how catharsis can be found…