I wrote a poem. I was proud of it, showed it to a friend, published it on a forum among other poets. Short story short, I was done with it. But then two days later I felt a bang against my head and heard this threatening voice “You’d better look at that poem again”! Ok, so I went back to it with the intention to rewrite it, correct it here and there, maybe crticize a little. And then I READ it!
That poem was for me.
They say that if you pay close attention to your behavior you can learn a lot about yourself. Well, I guess that applies to one’s creations as well…
The eye of truth
The eye of truth
Will see you through
No lie will pass its by’s
Denuding magni glass
It overlooks all roofs
The guardian of the truths
Go look it in the eye
For answers for your aye
Trust judgements are unique
The truth: c’est magnifique
- Justyna Joshi
As confronting as it is to me I am glad it appeared in front of my eyes.
Reaching one’s truth may be painful, terrifying, sad, lonely…And no one told me this when I took off on this creative endeavor. The truth about truth is that it is.
That I am important to the world
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Great message 🙂
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Thank you
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