What Is My Truth
Born into light and innocence, possessing a heart with an endless capacity to love, my appetite for life was abundant.
Anchored in purity and virtuousness, hopes and dreams blossomed in my young mind lending to the idea of an auspicious future.
Goodness, kindness, and peace soared all around in my blue sky like the majestic eagle.
Love so profound for life, my tender heart had deep anguish for anything in foul circumstance as if it were my own experience and I had an appetency to comfort those suffering.
Was my young truth a lie?
Darkness masks the light and innocence has become corrupt and atrocious allowing dread to replace my former vitality. What has gone awry?
I cannot find assuage from the pain and suffering caused by years of the sickness parade. My once open heart has turned to stone allowing nothing to penetrate its lifeless surface.
Purity and virtuousness do not exist in my new world and a lifetime of shattered hearts, emotional damage and scars have bound my mind to accept this existence.
The allure once felt for my young truth, as I understood it, has faded into the darkness.
Cynicism, disparagement and doubt now swarm my dismal gray sky like filthy flies feeding on a rotting carcass.
Love for life is now rationed and my calcified heart pains for little. Please absolve me from this mental prison.
Is my adult truth a lie?
10/19/2019
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As Para | Year Posted 2019
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