Poems Revisited Series #5

Honesty is like glass:

Clear as day, yet fragile;

Told those who wish to know

And some who do not ask.

It breaks upon us: blunt.

It causes us to turn,

Our cheek too delicate

To handle such a stunt.

It’s inescapable,

Life’s sour medicine

Of truth, which renders us

Sore, lost, incapable,

But knowing. Yes, we are

Quite knowing and informed.

Bruised and shocked we may be,

But honesty is ours.





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