The truth itself
Sits within the lie
Snugly waiting.

But…

Here-
Is it still a lie?

They know not you keep it
Save, warm, hidden.
Still
Even you don’t know
Not yet.

Here-
You’re lying to yourself?

Safe, warm, hidden
This helps none.

Not even you
And your secluded self
Your locked up heart.

Here-
Is it still a lie?

Protected
Or protecting?
Saving self
Or saving them?

So, now my dear friend
Speak your truths or spill your lies?
Waiting, all my heart

~

Written for this weeks Haiku prompt over at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie 🙂 This week it is a Haibun: prose mixed with Haiku. My prose turned out more in the rhythms of poetry…but I am happy with it all the same