That Which Resides

Locked deep within lies the only truth.
A mere shadow on the facade of my existence.
It whisks across for a fleeting moment that few see.
Honesty and respect to all but me.
Along comes one that peers inside for a moment
and asks 'are you alright?'
Of course I am, the patent reply,
I survive.
Reflections circle and constrict,
shedding no light.
Only questions result from introspection.
Angst.
Anger.
Fight.
Or flight?
Yet, freedom demands respect.
To be unbound.
To find that within.
Uncovering the truth.
Release and witness the only needs of a soul.
Basking in the luminance of kindred eyes,
feeding upon quiet understanding,
emerges the freedom to fly.

© Dave Lawson, 2000

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