Authored: July 1, 2016

I want to know the truth,
As if the truth will immediately affect a calmness upon me,
Within me, I am off kilter, out of balance
An emotional rollercoaster within the ether
But I come to realise slowly but surely
That the truth is different for each person
The truth is what they make of it.

The fog covers the canopy of the rainforest
Underneath the haze allows slumber to take place
Above the fog is a clarity of vision and purpose
There is one truth below the fog
And another above it.

I see your face in my dreams, I see your smile
I still feel you
But those are just feelings and remembrances
They are my mind's fleeting actions to not let go.

The truth for me on this path is mine to make
I rest my hands on this gate that opens up to a green meadow
Behind me close by is the tantalising fog
One foot is still mired in that fog
I feel its clutches and I feel it's tempest.

Ahead of me is an open field, a meadow of greenery
I wanted to know the truth
Within me a slow dawning arises
Time heals, love infuses, and the pain will be a memory
Your truth and my truth shall be different
Our truth is in my heart and my soul.

My hands on this gate, slowly exerting force
Slowly the gate shall open....