Esko Marriot Poet I do not know?

The Truth Is

I must speak words of purpose, for the truth costs more than gold, but cheaper to produce than Chinese paper 
flowers, lies breed insecurities in my soul that I cannot bear, why should I weigh myself down? Lies are like 
anchors are to ships in bad weather, why anchor yourself in violent waters? , When you can sail through the 
storm in hopes that you will see another day, If you anchor yourself, your boat shall be destroyed and 
eventually without a miracle so shall you.

“Find your purpose” said mother, “Find the truth” said father, but where do I start? Father is gone, and mother 
is far, who do I turn to now? All that I can possibly do is open the vault in the back of my mind and count my 
riches, for now I realize that my blessings lived in my youth, all the lessons, the tears, the scars, they were 
my guide into adulthood, mother always said “you’ll see”, father always said “you’ll do”, father never got to 
see what I did, and mother still reminds me.
With such unbalance one would think they are geared to always fail, but failure is the product of lies, for when 
I failed, I have told myself that I couldn’t do it, and that is an absolute lie!

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