The Cage of Truth

Truth sits in shadows, sharp as a blade,

A key to the cage where freedom’s delayed.

It whispers of freedom, of burdens released,

Yet its edges cut deep before chains are ceased.

You seek it in silence, in questions, in pain,

Through fog and through fire, through loss and through gain.

It burns as it frees you, it stings as it heals,

Reveals what was hidden, yet rawness it yields.

Does truth set you free? Yes, but not without cost,

For facing its mirror shows all you have lost.

The lies that once cradled, the masks that you wore,

Dissolve in its glare, leaving truth at the core.

But oh, how it lifts when the shackles unwind,

The soul takes to flight, unburdened, unblind.

For truth, though it wounds, builds a path to the sky,

And freedom’s the gift when you dare to ask why.

Truth sets you free when you embrace its sting,

A phoenix from ashes, it gives you your wings.

But first, you must stand in its unyielding light,

And trade cozy shadows for clarity’s fight.