It always seemed so rare – to me –
the Shakespearean slings and arrows
we all are said, to suffer –
could take such daunting blows.
But they can, and they do.
We all deal differently
some with armor,
some with dark sadness,
blood red anger,
deep consuming depression,
and often, Denial.
Ah. Denial. A close personal friend.
He breathes to ones lips
a kiss of relief; obscuring truth;
a sly tongue slipped in, irreverently
with the lie.
Denial. A seed of peace upon the heart;
and yet, black death awaits the bloom
its blossom sweet –
dismissing of the Truth.
Denial will never save one.
He will obscure reality,
diffuse the pain
and lead one down the path
where discovery awaits – too late.
Denial and Truth – Mortal enemies
I learned too late;
Did not heed Truth’s solemn gaze
His words, unspoken, but there;
“Be aware. Don’t dismiss. Danger lurks.”
Truth – the quiet one –
whose thunder sounds in one’s soul
when comes discovery…
Truth works within.
We do not listen to that tiny
whisper – as soft as a spring breeze.
I wish I had listened,
suspicious of Denial’s kiss.
Alas, too late.
Too little time –
and much – too much,
to prepare for.