Coeur d’un Poète, of The Writer’s Corner, was kind enough to feature Wibble the other day on the ‘Follower Spotlight Series‘, which I would abbreviate to ‘FSS’ if it didn’t sound like air leaking from a tyre. In return, I offered to reblog a post of his, and he chose his poem ‘The year of the truth‘. So here it is: enjoy!
(An original poem by Coeur d’un Poète.)
Things only ever feel, to me,
like they’re missing in action.
If they’re going to be
better, then I need some traction.
I’m not living my best life,
hiding behind the tales I tell.
In the thick of lies I do not thrive,
I only hide in the pit where I fell.
Every year tells a similar truth
on my name, a fame worth forgotten.
It’s sum is no more than rotten fruit
best trashed and abandoned without pardon.
I cannot rise up with certainty
if I am not living my days in truth.
If truth is not what I live daily,
then I cannot have it told so moot.
Truth is the light, both seen and hidden,
an endless, flawless patch of life.
It is the beauty in which all are smitten,
taken to the place where we all can thrive.
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