The Truth Is
• • • just the truth
in spite of how
you rage against it.
that it CAN’T be true-
no, it SHOULDN’T be true-
does not mitigate
the awful realization
that it Is.
It’s what you were afraid of.
But once the blur
of tears clears,
at least you know
what you’re dealing with.
The churning blades of the windmill
truly are the wings of a dragon.
What kind of dragon?
Friendly?
Or deadly?
There are both kinds,
you know.
That’s another truth
you have to face.
Nothing is truly as simple
as good or bad.
Now you have to figure out
what to do about it.
