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.