Truth Poem by DM W

Truth

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Truth is decidedly bitter.
It is not adorned with jewels
Or accompanied by angels.
It doesn't heal our wounds & scars.
Mystical ointment won't stop the pain.
O we must all carry our crosses
On the long, dusty road of life.
We must sacrifice our egos
In order to be born again.

Truth
Friday, April 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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