TOWARD THE TRUTH
Candice James
Copyright 2009
I left where I found myself and
Travelled further toward the truth,
Forsaking diamonds and burdens
Of worth belonging to someone else.
The creaking of the winds whispered,
Caught my attention and shackled
My wrists to this trip into the unknown.
I felt raindrops but somehow I couldn’t
See them. They were just beyond my vision.
I languished in the wet burn as the rain
Streaked across my cheeks like invisible
Dulled needles that hurt but don’t cut.
A ghostly stranger crossed my path
And we spoke of many things
And nothing at all. It filled me up.
Nothing really ever happens by chance.
We just convince ourselves that it does.
I saw so many possibilities wrapped
Inside the impossibilities clawing and
Scratching my itch for their freedom.
Was my reality real or only a quasi portrait
I couldn’t finish? Was I wielding the brush
Or was I only the result of the brushstroke?
Armed with more questions,
I left where I found myself and
Travelled further toward the truth.
Now I wonder if you ever really wanted to be with me
Or if you just needed to jail the loneliness.
Facing this probability has caused me to lose
All of my beliefs about you, about myself.
All that’s left is my honesty
And, it just isn’t enough.