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Only Way Forward

by Johanna May

t r u t h

was abstract in the chuck taylor years.
was absolute during the dogma years
was convenient during the 9-5 years
was whatever you said during the blindness
you called me chicken
I clucked
was a tether in the year of the ambush
the easiest year--for I had none left
--all the days were chores
my Filipina bones sanded to form
by duty and chores
it was me in my mindless best

t r u t h

is the poetry of knowing
the hurt is the cause of the healing
in the first place

and without the healing
you wouldn't want to be you
before the hurt
anyway.

12/02/2018

Posted on 12/02/2018
Copyright © 2018 Johanna May

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 12/04/18 at 05:59 AM

I still put on the Converse when I converse with truth, but I don't like to get too logical... I prefer abstraction because the events degenerate into ideas anyway, says the no-eyed witness. Some scars need pressing to remember the pain

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