The Weight of What Was Real!

The truth came not as a whisper

Just raw

But a loud thunderclap at dawn

Shattering the silence 

We’d built our lives upon

It wore no mask of mercy

No veil to soften the blow

Just raw

An unvarnished memory 

Of things we didn’t know

It peeled back painted stories

Exposed the hidden seams

Turning lullabies into warnings

And daylight into dreams

We begged it to be more kinder

To lie just one more time

But truth does not negotiate 

With comfort or with crime

It named the ghosts we buried

Uncloaked the quiet pain

And stitched our hearts with needles 

Of loss we can’t explain

Yet in its cruel unveiling

A strange release was found

For trauma born of honesty 

Still walks on solid ground

So let it burn the pages

Let it flood the past with light

Truth may wound without permission

But it never hides from sight!

Blessings and Love!

Thank you for reading.

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