I learned too early of the fallibility of W
O R D S.
That one can say 'I love you,'
but really mean - 'I want to hurt you.'
That they can say 'This is the will of God'
when really they mean - 'This is the will of ME.'
So I learned to look
s
i
d
e w a y s
to fractal see-think-feel
depth-charge-sink
and also fountain up.
Sift for evidence
comb for nits*.
Pool thought concentric-ring.
To skip my mind plink _------_ plink _------_ plink or
plop
if needed.
To balance truth against seeming.
To separate eyes
from mouth
from hands
and
see
what
each
was
saying.
With my searching came fine particles
of understanding - filings magnetised
and much love.
Yes love.
For the flawed.
For the suffering.
For the incorrigible.
For the crippled in spirit.
For the ones who cannot speak.
For those who speak uncomprehending
and for those who cannot hear
or fear to do right
who hide
in comforting, delusional lies.
I learned to love and to forgive
because I, especially
I
am irreparably flawed
but fatefully-fatally-fallibly human
too
and that is good
because that is what I am meant
to be
as are you.
*lice
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.
