Truth burns
with an icy coldness
that rips at reality
and leaves a wound
ripe for festering

Truth, I guess
will always set you free
but free from what
and freedom isn’t always
all that it is cracked up to be

Truth is the blanket
of unmarred snow
beneath the tiniest
of moon slivers
shivering in the treetops

Truth picks at the edges
of sanity
leaving ragged places
in your soul
where nothing can ever
touch you again

Truth
sometimes
sucks

Author April Wells
published January 11, 2016