(The Truth... YOU want the truth... Can you really handle the truth?)
The Truth
Tell me the truth.
What will it take for you to break free?
How many times will he or she be allowed to bring you down, verbally and emotionally killing your spirits when they’re around—yet you say you can’t live without them?
Tell me the truth.
When will it end? I’m talking about the times you get on your stomach, side or back and volunteer to put your life and body on the line so you can find affection to make you feel loved.
Tell me the truth.
When will it be enough? How can you open up your eyes to the truth when they are swollen shut from all the tears and abuse that you endure at night—while your children attempt to sleep in the other room?
I want the truth.
When will you see the sick, demonic perversions it took that cause you to look for boys and girls to pleasure yourself?
The truth.
Why live a double life when your secrets that you try to hide lead to another case of a broken heart or an STD? Maybe even HIV.
Why can’t you see the truth?
It’s because you have not accepted the truth for yourself.
You are not prepared to see the consequences for the lies and deception that you’ve chose to breed.
You are not ready to rely on a strength greater than yourself that can help you deny those harmful tendencies.
You are not ready for the truth in knowing that while sticks and stones may break your bones, words can wield a deadly blow as well.
So I ask you again:
What will it take for you to break free?
I don’t know, but the moment your heart and mind can agree and you’re ready for help,
Believe me when I say I’ll be that shoulder you need when you can’t find anyone else.
As I finished reading this, my mind went racing - all over the place (and omg, I can't type fast enough...) I understand this so well... the words, the intent...
My father has denied for far too many years, and when I met with him two years ago to offer forgiveness, he simply hung his head and still couldn't apologize. He just mumbled something about 'being young and stupid'. There was nothing else from him. Yet, that day, I realized that he felt shame, and on some level, I knew he was sorry.
It wasn't until recently (due to personal struggles of my own), that I am now able to say that my forgiveness is absolutely genuine. I have found incredible strength through healing, and I, too, am able to say the same. I know, I'm rambling... but I know that on some level, you understand too.
I FELT your finish. I felt the emotion. I felt the sincerity, and I understood. Thank you for sharing the blessing of your work.
like Sue said, what a heartfelt, great offer
those were some excellent lines and questions to bring to the forefront,helping to keep the mind going focusing on the "real"
hopefully the person out there will listen we know far to well how this tends to end
what a great offer...its easy to offer advice, harder to really be there when the advice is heeded. this is an excellent poem
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 28, 2005
Interesting and it is one that I think Micheal Jackson should face and others like him. Because the truth is he was abused and he has hide from it all these years. But then the fear of his father is plain. As it is in all of the people who are victims and violators of children.
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
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My father has denied for far too many years, and when I met with him two years ago to offer forgiveness, he simply hung his head and still couldn't apologize. He just mumbled something about 'being young and stupid'. There was nothing else from him. Yet, that day, I realized that he felt shame, and on some level, I knew he was sorry.
It wasn't until recently (due to personal struggles of my own), that I am now able to say that my forgiveness is absolutely genuine. I have found incredible strength through healing, and I, too, am able to say the same. I know, I'm rambling... but I know that on some level, you understand too.
I FELT your finish. I felt the emotion. I felt the sincerity, and I understood. Thank you for sharing the blessing of your work.
A thousand hugs to you,
Tami
those were some excellent lines and questions to bring to the forefront,helping to keep the mind going focusing on the "real"
hopefully the person out there will listen we know far to well how this tends to end
evxellently penned piece