How dangerous is it
that I hold truth
in the palm of my hand,
outstretched from my body,
away from my heart,
almost as if it’s lethal?
All the while,
I allow the world
to poison me.
How dangerous is it
that I hold truth
in the palm of my hand,
outstretched from my body,
away from my heart,
almost as if it’s lethal?
All the while,
I allow the world
to poison me.