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
The end game is worth the fall..