Constance La France Poet Free verse

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Beneath the Lies

I was born all innocent
I was taught about truth and lies at church
    and nuns at school-
they would say, confess your lies (so I made some up)
    I would bow my head repeating, lie, lie, lie
    and would tell the priest some real good ones
I had imagination . . . 

but I was a child-
   I learned about truth later
and about people with mouthfuls of lies
    lies, (hiding beneath)
I love you, is the worse one and hurts the most
    oh, hurt me with truth
    I am worth honesty
I will survive truth but a lie never (ever fades away) . . . 

Unspoken lies-  I hold within me, yes, I lie to me
    making excuses and looking away
    trying to protect
    to not hurt those I love and care about
but would they think my truth a lie-
so, I tell lies, lies, lies (and even more lies)
    I learned that at church
      I told mother a lie . . . 

    when death loomed I took her hand
and told her that she would be alright (I lied)
    beneath my lie-  a dagger plunged
deep into my heart and it is still there bleeding
oh yes, I know how to lie
     but it is me, myself and I, who suffers beneath all
the (lies and truth) with a soul 
      forever scarred . . . 

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February 10, 2017

Poetry/Free Verse/Beneath The Lies
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 874-072-0
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What Lies Beneath The Lies Contest
sponsor, John Lawless

Second Place

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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders February 27, 2017 at 1:34 AM The depth of this emotive write takes my breath away, Constance. I read nothing but love in your poem...the love you gave your mom when she needed you was more important than words. I believe that when it's our time to leave this life, we know. That's my experience with loved ones who have passed...thanks for sharing this touching piece and congrats. Hugs, Rhonda

Sushma A. Singh February 25, 2017 at 10:09 PM Profound words... Congrats!

Anisha Dutta February 23, 2017 at 8:57 PM Congrats to win on your bold poem. Hugs

Frederic Parker February 23, 2017 at 6:09 PM I'm sorry I missed this powerful write..congratulations on your win

Heidi Sands February 23, 2017 at 4:19 PM Congratulations! Very well written :)

CayCay Godwin February 23, 2017 at 8:12 AM To me, most religions are lies, but spirituality is truth, big difference. Now that I've offended some, I'll go further; my spiritual journey reveals no lie to your Mother, she's better than fine, it's those left earth bound who are not. But, we (me) don't write seeking views, but poems that touch, move, enhance and/or grabs others. You did that and I congratulate you on your placement. Again, my truths in no way reflect any journey but my own, and your poem touched me. Hugs, CayCay

Agnes Krampe February 23, 2017 at 7:22 AM Beautiful poem that invites to ponder. Congrats on your win.

Duke Beaufort February 11, 2017 at 12:29 AM Perhaps you meant that you would be alright, since you and she are to some extent part of the same chain of existence? I only hope that you can take care of the girl that "lies" within your heart. I know that the writing you do soothes the hurt you have. There is such tenderness expressed in this poem. You are all heart and such a wonderful blessing to all who have the opportunity to read these compelling words. Constance La France February 11, 2017 at 9:55 PM Duke thanks for the nice comment