WHEN TRUTH HURTS

When the truth hurts,

The blind will lie.

Those who cannot see,

Will run 100 miles away.

The truth is hard to accept,

They’d rather live a false reality.

In order to paint their pretty picture,

They attempt to shatter my life.

They do this by keeping my son,

Telling me that I need mental help.

I am told if I take bi-polar meds,

Then I can see my son.

My abuser demands to have access,

To MY medical records.

Where are his medical records,

When he placed countless holes in walls.

The difference here is that I choose help,

Whereas he chooses denial.

That’s the difference between those who are awake,

And those who are still sleeping.

When we are awake,

We accept truths to resolve trauma.

by

Anonymous