I seem to like to write about truth, it plays such an important role in my life, but that's a story for another day....Well, here's my latest poem, it's kind of short, and there are things wrong, but I haven't been able to fix it, so, what should I do with it?
The truth, at any degree,
Whether fact or confession,
is the one way to be free.
Free from the past,
And that which binds, too,
your life of shadow and discord;
Let all memories escape you.
Just like one and two make three
The truth will always be,
The one true constant,
So, Speak up,
If you agree
Thanks for reading! And as always, I know I am a horrendous speller, no need to remind me. Thank you!
~Jenni
