How do I tell the truth when I've been telling a lie for all these years
I don’t want to face the truth
it's dark and ugly while vibrant and freeing
how can it be
how can my truth be so multifaceted and complex
yet so simple
how can I keep living this lie when I know my truth lies just under the surface waiting for discovery
waiting for me to give life to it and breath
and maybe possibly some feet and teeth so it can take hold and run free
my truth is waiting to be set a loose
but my lie is easier to hold onto
it's familiarity keeps me here.
I know it
and it knows me
I can lie to it
and it to me
but I am not a liar
I don't tell lies
but I live carrying a lie
because immediately it feels lighter than the truth
the truth too heavy and I'm trying to get my muscles together but they're not cooperating
but the truth is looking for inviting day by day
and the lie............
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