Transparent
when the fog starts to clear
becoming transparent like glass
and what you knew going in
starts to tumble down fast
when the pieces start to fit
finding the one that you missed
once hidden under a rug
beneath the chair in which you sit
closure will finally come
as I distance you from me
like the old saying goes
the truth does set you free
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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