Day Seventeen – Truth?

Is truth a reality or theory?
in the beholder’s eye,
aren’t we all merely our own,
living to deny?

Infallibility is actuality
so where do we lie?
Aren’t we all just walking a path?
or trying to get by.

What is right and what is wrong?
I thought it easy to define,
but as life gets steadily longer
it seems I’m learning all the time.

Are you so assured?
With our differences so vast?
How do we control the peace
and not sit amongst broken glass?

Can we teach empathy?
or learn amongst our little wrongs?
Is it absurd to think divergences
are heard and we can all belong?

It’s just another question,
just a little tiny thing,
is it really so much to
learn kindness in all things?


4 thoughts on “Day Seventeen – Truth?

  1. Very thought-provoking poem.

    When I was 15, I thought adults were the walking dead who no longer had feelings. I’ve lived long enough to understand that the 15 year old girl is still there, wrapped inside a cocoon created by a life time of polite smiles. Why tell a your boss/your parents/anyone s/he’s a heartless ass when you know it starts an argument no one is going to win? Another polite smile wraps around the child within.

    It’s like sitting on the broken glass saying nothing because you’ve been in pain so long you don’t feel it anymore. It’s hard not to mistake numbness for peace or a polite smile for kindness, or theory for reality.

    Thanks for the brain boost.

    1. Ah indeed – it is a fine line between numbness for peace. Sometimes I think it is all about kindness πŸ™‚ The broken glass of relationships can be tricky to navigate sometimes eh? I don’t think there is a right or wrong answer, just something for us to think about. Thanks for your thoughts!

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