Truth Hurts
The truth is a blade, sharp and cold,
Cutting through tales that comfort told.
It strips away masks, lays bare the bone,
Leaves you raw, exposed, alone.
It whispers in shadows, a ruthless sound,
No mercy in secrets when they’re found.
It burns like a fever, it stings like a thorn,
A weight in your chest where trust was born.
You beg for the lie, soft and sweet,
A fleeting escape from the truth’s harsh beat.
But it hunts you down, relentless, clear,
Forcing your eyes to face the fear.
Truth doesn’t bend, it doesn’t sway,
It carves its path, come what may.
And though it hurts, it sets you free—
A brutal gift, reality.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes it seems like not saying anything is best. Even when the truth is told in love, pain succumbs!!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Reading this felt like my own brushes with hard truths...painful, stripping, yet somehow necessary. You captured that paradox perfectly, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, pain is hard!!
Well written and it rings with truth itself. All in good rhyme as well. Very nicely penned
Thank you for your words!
You are most welcome
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