Architect of Truth
My eyes, a canvas so white
Your brushes drew no light.
The architect of truth, still -
Your past, your legacy and will.
A haven we walked through.
'This world will hurt you,
Petals, as shards will cut
A haven is anything but.'
I broke and buried bricks, your truth
To hate the words that built my youth.
I found your fear and worry
My truth now remains blurry.
Copyright © Alexa Dawn | Year Posted 2021
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