Camouflaged truths
What happens when a long buried truth, layered with lies and misguidance surfaces out and haunts the very face that camouflaged it from the world?
Dug deep and buried in
Feigned with fear,
Unheard, unfounded sin
Years ago I dug the grave
To camouflage the truth
I could not save
No name to carve
Or flowers to grieve
Silent tears of the
Words I pierced
Away from the eyes
Unkept from the tale
Shattered by the gust
That lies have layered
But this temporary hiding
Will soon resurface
When the camouflaging colours,
Reveal the true face
And when this
shielded concealment,
Is torn apart
My trapped soul,
Will finally depart!
How very well do you manage to always escape this cage of life at the end of every poem of yours…!
I am so astonished at your desires of being a free bird. ππππ
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ππ I’m glad you could catch that. It’s just the same as those nights under the stars you see
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Ohh yess… I can literally feel the emotions within you running a marathon right now in this beautiful starry night right now in India.π
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Rare nights indeed π
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True your words are.
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Lies layer and steal the real essence of who we are that after a while the mask and layers of lies begin to feel real. Great post.
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Thanks for the appreciation.
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You are most welcome π
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You wrote a fine poem, it reveals so much about you. π
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Thank you Ranu.
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some secrets destroy us…a great write!
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Thank you.
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Welcome!
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You write with such beauty and you imbue each word with such feeling. I love the grave imagery, the idea that the truth you couldn’t save was camouflaged and how the poem builds up to breaking what was concealed in the opening lines so it can fly free. π
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Thank you Melinda Kucsera.
I just remembered the grave scene from one of the episodes of the series “Revenge” and that gave me the idea to sketch out truth in this way.
Thanks π
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You’re welcome. It’s very creative!
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I really like the line “That lies have layered.” That is so true it seems. To maintain a lie, layers and layers of detail have to be added to keep up the lie. That’s so exhausting. Honesty is so liberating, don’t you think.
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Indeed, it’s a tough task trying to keep up a stack of lies, building one after the other in order to cover up for a single truth from revealing it’s true colours.
And that is why honesty liberates us from all this layering of lies by simply uttering the truth.
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