Simple and Consistent Truths

Disregarding time and circumstance, we must acknowledge ourselves as a series of simple and consistent truths, each one its own narrative of raw emotion. With this clairvoyance comes epochal responsibility, moral obligation at its best, yet we are weeping, soul to soul, as I barter with gods for any truth that does not discriminate. Great truth provides only clear and finite directive, free of judgment... a means to an end. The truth does not ebb and flow in recognition of ones ancestry or genetic profile. It cannot be adjusted to maintain societies distorted analysis of ones successes and failures alike. Great truth governs all living things and the energies connecting them. Justice. A quick blink of an eye and I'm dreaming. The colors are plucked from the vast waters surrounding me; Vanish! My very own magic show. Then almost as quickly as the colors disappeared, each piece of my world is replaced with variants of black and white, the most cautious of shades, and just like that I am erased from my own masterpiece. A man speaks to me and I know that he alone could change my world; he reaches my hand as the swells take me under, and I have to ask the gods why they chose me. They remind me of the fire in my heart. Silence falls on me like a blanket and I hear them say "Boldly become the change you wish to see and let this truth be your courage, your faith, and your anchor." I lead my head back to my heart continuing to search for the greatest truth within my spirit. The gods speak to me, no more. His hands reach for me, no more. My pulse flutters at the sight of my own reflection. See, I've not shed a tear, yet still I can feel them, rolling over my cheeks to the corners of my mouth, I can taste the salt of each droplet, another soul, to drown here in my ocean. This storm in my heart and my head never ends, in his arms, waters still, and the tides rage no more. To stay there would be true peace of mind for myself. What would come of the damned that I heal off the shore? He swore my spirits the one most worth saving, promised never to cry for the hero in me. His hope was to keep me from tides strong and graving, But I'm home in that deepest dark place of the sea... Created by gods, my entire life's purpose, And the only most loneliest place I can be. My darkness is light, always misunderstood. My sorrow heals others. I set myself free.