One Lovely Truth

One Lovely Truth


I’d trade a thousand lovely lies, for one painful truth
I shall not despise.

Cinderella wasn’t a happily ever after.
Millions of divorces deride in tragic proof.

Swatting flies with our wedding certificate
symbolizing how a roaring flame dwindles,
if not even singly inflamed,
into embers dying growing steadily
insignificant. Like the feather
weighing more than all the love
you left me. Nearly broken.
Under a bleeding moon.

Then poof!

Flying to Death.
Leaving the Living behind

though, never ready, when it’s saying goodbye…

Yet, there exists a heroism in
the silence of accepting the end

as one Can’t save a falling star.

A third of the heavens ousted down
exemplify this terrifying truism

our earth now
their iniquitous

That traveling light fleeing your sight?
If you can see it, its dead.

Dead still
when you gaze again

pretending that it’ll never end.



dried out one’s will to live
if not forgiving
oneself and others

letting go.


“Your dead will live.
My corpses will rise up.

Awake and shout joyfully,
You residents in the dust!

For your dew is as the dew of the morning,

And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life.”


“Enjoy life with your beloved wife all the days of your futile life,
which He has given you under the sun,

all the days of your futility,

for that is your lot in life
and in your hard work at which you toil under the sun.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave, where you are going.”

A ‘truth’ painful or lovely to you?


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