“The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.”
~David Foster Wallace
There is something waiting to be discovered
I’m not sure I really want to know.
The truth is hard to find,
But easy to hide,
And easier to be hidden from.
The pattern of distress is confusing,
In a way that never seems to end.
Why won’t it stop?
Why can’t it just work out?
An eternity of reaching out,
Of being kind and right and best.
It’s not the answer – not the Truth
Right sits closer than I might think,
Surrounding and grasping just out of sight.
Truth holds strong and traps me in my place.
Forced to stare at that refused.
The grasp begins to loosen only when I stop the fight,
And shows the right even if it’s not for want.
When eyes of Truth sees eyes with me,
Then I will be free.