The truth lies

The truth lies suspended between us
Hanging like some kind of web
Trapping in sticky resistance 
Every word we’ve left unsaid

The truth lies alive in this present
Transparent yet viscerally now
Awakening each sleeping dragon
Speaking our soul’s sacred vow

The truth lies defiantly steadfast 
Tripping up each lame attempt
Ignoring becomes our endeavor 
Dissolving false worlds of content

The truth lies on the floor where we left it
Puddles in footprints where we yield
Splashes the days we remember 
Soaking up dreams with our shields

The truth lies in wait for our bravery
Cloaking itself from false joys
Releasing is not near as painful
As when truth lies buried in noise

© Lady Wordicle 2014
(aka Karen Lynn Ragsdale)