Truth - Poem
(Elmwood Cemetery - Memphis, Tennessee)
When we see ourselves truthfully,
a little bit of our shadow selves begin to die.
Crumbling like a lost book, the information dead
and long forgotten. We must be ready and
willing to shed our dead skin - wake up
refreshed and sensitive, our new skin glowing
without the aid of glorified lies and stories
not researched well enough.
We have lost, I think, a little bit of what it
means to be human, but still it is a small
sacrifice to weigh – the shedding is painful
and long-lasting.
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