You say you
never
lie.
You take pride in
the Truth
and your pride in your Pride
is so engorged
you rise unconsciously, partly en pointe
a hot balloon drawn skywards.
When you requested - terse as a contrite soul - I
b e l i e v e d
and fondly
gave permission.
I did not see the sniper in your eyes.
I did not isolate your artful, attorneyed words.
You came invited
a sly, sly Goneril with right of access
and you
stole.
Now you stand there
doggedly
biting back words
deep diving on one breath.
If you released Truth
you
would
drown.
.
Image: http://fijisharkdiving.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/take-deep-breath.html
YOU ARE READING
Truth
PoetryReflecting on the past and how difficult it is to grasp Truth and yes, I did fish for eels bare-handed in an attempt to feed my cats who were always hungry, especially when kittening. I and they got lucky sometimes.
