Truth

Writing is rarely a linear process for me. I sometimes start with a voice, sometimes with a sense or a feeling, sometimes with a fragment of an idea. The first stanza of this one arrived almost complete. The second stanza in pieces and required many revisions. And only when the second stanza was completed did the final stanza find its voice. If you'll pardon the pun, I find it tells the truth.

Truth

Truth is:

Stranger than fiction

Harder than failure

Sharper than satire

Soft as moonlight

Brighter than noonlight

Beautiful naked.
 

Truth is:

Spoken carefully to friends

In lies to children

Never to superiors

More bitter the longer it is resisted.

 
Truth is:

Always worth

What you pay for it.