Truth

truth is like a shadow,
and will always be around you,
either you follow the shadow,
or the chased one is you,
no matter how large the web,
you spin around you,
no matter how much dark
you keep creep into,
or how long you spend in the dark,
light has its way
to make its way to you,
and then your shadow will be
right before you

truth is a mirror,
the one, the only mirror of the soul,
even if you break it,
into a thousand pieces,
each splinter will show the real you,
even if you run away,
you'll run into another,
you just can't stay away from it
for long,
often in spite of all you plan,
the mirror will bounce everything back,
in strange, eerie ways,
oftentimes by people you think your own,
like oftentimes you did to them, that called you own
and swallowed every poison for you,
and stood like a rock
right before you

truth is like your pillow,
the one to go back to every day,
that you need for your head to rest,
and when you go back,
every night,
it plays before you, dances frames
and you'd cry and shriek, in pain,
with nobody else to see,
wishing many things weren't they were
but not have a choice,
as tears roll
as numb eyes stay open for hours,
and the mirror plays out the frames,
how you did to those
who treat you their own,
and at what you gave back in turn,
as the mirror is the closest,
right before you!



© sashikant mohanty