those ears.. eager to hear what they wish to believe

They listen with hunger and zest

wishing to settle all this unrest

Pour it all out – little by little

gleaning it up until You get your fill

and it becomes the absolute real even as it sits you still..

One lie turns into many and the truth gets lost until a lie is all that’s left

at such a cost – it’s crushing heavy in your chest..

It will leave you walking on your knees as you grieve what you can’t perceive..

Stand strong – don’t give in to fit where you don’t belong..

Comfort is a tough thing to give away

Don’t fear what you don’t know

Allow yourself to grow

Stand tall

The end game is worth the fall..