poem

TruthYour truth is everythingWrapped inside the liesWe ’re the ones dawdling In the foyer of a festive house Holding hats and heavy coatsWaiting for someoneTo kindly take them away We shouldn't have worn coats.We ’ll drink too much wineAnd forget these comforting liesWhen it's time to go home And the wind will remind usIt's always betterTo dress in layersWhen we get home (To the place where it ’s safe)I ’ll strip you downTo your raw pink Truth, trembling in the soft grayLight of a winter half moonBut you don ’t get to do that to me.My socks stay onNo matter whatAnd you ’ll never pryThis shirt from my back I won ’t get peeled like an onion My truth has never been unspooledWhat will you doIf it ’s just lies all the way through,If beneath the liesIs something neither false nor trueLike a contingent axiomOr the lie I needed to survive?Whatever it isI hope it ’s youWho finds the way in And conjures a wayTo kindly tell meThe truth  2/28/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 28, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs