My Truth
The saying "speak your truth"
Doesn't apply to me.
My truth is the nail in my hand
It's a crown of thorns, mocking
Everything I believe.
Maybe I won't speak unless spoken to
Like a child.
My truth is nothing compared to
The universe You created, but
Somehow you still care.
My truth is being swept up in
Your love for me.
Maybe I will speak my truth.
Thursday 15th October 2020 9:45 pm
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