Truth Winds

I’m standing outside, and the wind moves around me The winds are speaking truth A truth no one wants to acknowledge A truth that people cover up with smiles A truth we must come to face And still we ignore There’s no words But I feel every letter I shut my eyes, and reach out to touch it Twirling leaves cut at my hands Sharp edges slash delicate skin, leaving crimson in its wake And still we ignore From the beginning where it leaves small paper cuts To the end where it strikes deep within you The leaves turn to ash Never to be see again And you’re left with the scars of the words And still we ignore And still we live