The Colour of Truth

The Colour of Truth
- A poem dedicated to my friend JL

The real condition
of the unmasked soul
twisted in blackened vines
of selfish consideration
Who could be right?
when truth reveals
it’s ugly face
in your very own

Acceptance begins to push forth
Like a baby calling for birth
The pain, and struggle is enough to suffocate
Yet, a breath of fresh air follows

Enlightenment ensues
You bow down humbled
You’ve grown a bit wiser
With the painful truth
That peels away old skin
But brings forth layers of new