The Ugliest Truth
In the shadowed mirrors of the soul,
Where whispered truths take their toll,
Lies the reflection we dare not see,
The ugliest part of you, of me.
Not in the scars that mar the skin,
Nor in the places we’ve never been.
Not in the stumble, the graceless fall,
But in the heart that hides it all.
The ugliest lies in the silent blame,
The burning need to fan the flame.
The coward’s tongue, the daggered word,
The cries of pain that go unheard.
It’s not the flaw in the artist’s hand,
Nor the shifting tides upon the sand.
It’s the laughter laced with cruel disguise,
The joy found in another’s demise.
It’s the promise broken, the trust betrayed,
The love abandoned, left to fade.
The moments we chose not to care,
The burdens we refused to share.
Yet in this ugliness, truth resides,
A mirror for the soul that hides.
For only in knowing what lies within,
Can we begin to cleanse the sin.
So hold the mirror; face its glare,
See the shadows lurking there.
In the ugliness, beauty’s seed is sown,
For what we face, we may atone.
The ugliest truth is the one we need,
To plant the hope, to grow the seed.
From the cracks within, the light will gleam,
Transforming the nightmare into a dream.
