Something I'm working on:
Truth comes in like water through the walls-
Slowly, after the heavy rain.
When the house guests and the uninviteds,
When the healers and best friends have had their say
When the co-dependents and companions
and last lovers have left
When dust settles on the growing quiet
At the kitchen table
The truth comes in
and whispers
What it is.
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