The Truth

Underneath the swirling of the questions and the looming darkness, Underneath the stuff that covers up the stuff that’s really there, Underneath the need to take apart, and rearrange, and find the pain inside the good, Stands the truth. And it is good. I can see it now, or rather feel it. I can’t know how, but mercifully it has been revealed, and I have vowed not to let those things of mind slither between me and the good, my life. I will not let them overcome my grasp. I will not let my heart slip away from the good I have found. I will not let tears replace the smiles, darkness replace the light , questions replace clarity, freedom become enslaved. The truth, my life, it is mine, and it is wonderful. I will not let it go.