Unmitigated truth
It will spill from me
Like lava from a volcano
It may consume all the
Inhabitants in its immediate path
But from the burnt ground
And discarded souls
You will hear the truth
See it in the soil
Bare, naked
But rich, fruitful and renewed
If you dare me…
I will wait for you to pick
Up the ashes of my truths
And carefully handle them
Until they are cool against your heart
I will wait until your eyes
And mind connect the dots
While your conscience makes
A decision that your subconscious could not
If you dare me…
I’ll let my truth linger
For a moment in your village
I’ll let you rebuild your home
Decorate it new again, fresh again
But, if for any reason
You let the ashes from the lava of my truth
Completely be blown away and taken up by the tide
I will never be transparent
For you again.