Zywa I was alone

In the early morning, I received the truth
a clear sound

I searched and saw no one, not even the light
of an angel, it was quiet and I was alone

with the truth, that calmly awaited
what I would do and didn’t make a sound

It was just there, and I saw clearly
what was hidden from me before:

the truth was big, when I looked away
I still saw it in the corners of my eyes

I couldn't ignore the truth
My thoughts ran around and my heart

was pounding and I wished
I could give it away to someone

but I love the people I know
too much to give them unasked

such a present, I was ashamed
of myself in the light of the truth

my heart skipped a beat
and I wondered why I got it

and from whom, a friend, an enemy?
I did not know, I did not know what to do

Poem 1673
Amsterdam, 2018-02-14

Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: Truth 
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