Lately
I learned lately that
stories contain
Subconscious misrememberings
Warping time and space and
Absolute truth.
In avoidance of shame and pain
past gets treated like a fluid thing
But other folks with more
rigid minds simply
Will not drink the tea
Honest speaking so subjective
Who can tell another’s truth?
Do past mistakes
Define truth anew?
Maybe build a better you?
Other stories sound
Real and solid
Like fir trees planted
On top other truths
Just as valid
The beast peeking out from
The beauty’s eyes
Scares me down to my soul
And it urges me to
Stare down truth
Sometimes truth
Makes me weep and feel
Stepped on too
And I vow to try to face
Truth with courage
And to reconcile
Myself to be both
Aggressor and victim and
To remember the fluid
Nature of time.
Janet Romain