Truth Through Noise and Skin
Poem #278 • When words are true they are naked
There’s a book held in this woman’s breast
You can see in her eyes it’s a mirror imparting words to and returning from the heart
When words are true they are naked
fleecing through herds of noise
when words are false they are clothed
ligature dressed to mask anger, vapidness, and conceit
Genuine expressions of what is real
stick with us and break fallacies’ seal
This woman with red around her eyes
a bandage around her wrist
could she be resting in the knowledge that thoughts don’t need to bleed
that critical thinking does not need the herd to confirm her calling and election?
That goodness, knowledge, self-control, perseverance, godliness, mutual affection, and love
can be reminded of without the acceptance of every self-projection?
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Beautifully written. The contrast between truth and noise here is powerful, and the imagery carries real depth. A thoughtful piece that encourages genuine reflection.
This poem feels deeply reflective and honest. The contrast between true and false words was powerful, and the imagery throughout carries so much emotion without forcing it. I especially liked the reminder that truth and critical thinking do not need validation from the crowd. Beautifully profound writing.