Truth

Truth be told.
But lies are so comforting
one on top of other, stacked carefully.
sleeping beneath the comfort
made of patches and stitches.
An additional hand in support
creeps in and grows around
making truth completely invisible.
Recasting overshadows.

When the wound is surrendered
it is cut and slit- open
to show the agony caused
inner complexities 
sugar coated cubes of poison
and a hope for truth be told.
But again disoriented
stitched and closed.

What lies beyond is an adventure
You would escape any day but flip.
An amateur.
Some may walk out of their own skin
pretend to have forgotten all.
You moron.

The simplest escape seems
seeking truth,
from ascendants to descendants
giving history a pinch of honesty
and display of bravery and courage.

Truth is like el nino.
Warm but destructive.
You deny the existence
and question the validity.
Sweeping stains and wiping tears
truth stands alone and feeble.
Stashed beneath the power of
blind faith and support - family
fear, money and society.