Truth

Truth a paradox of contrasts and perception

Withheld truth , even while spoken honest,
becomes a double faced lie dressed in truth

Truths are the bleached bones,
within the cloaked darkness of lies
Almost like the garbled pieces of a jigsaw puzzle

It's touch isn't silken but stings like a bee,
Its like a dire wound, hacked with a blunt sword

It's chivalrous swordmanship is indefensible
Unyielding , even under the roaring voice
of Thors thunderblasts

Like concrete it does not bend ,
Yet its fluid , like an egg in a shell
to be molded into any shape

Time and place can transform it,
Like the Caterpillar to a Butterfly
Still it never loses its identity

Truth is the ultimate reality

But my reflection in the mirror
Makes me wonder Is this truth or is it a lie