Truth

You have said your piece now
or is it peace?
Opening the cherry pie
and letting its truth spill onto your hands
Smearing its reckless stain
Once worn it can't be stopped
But it has a warmth to it
And that is your conviction
Hold onto this small relief
Repeat it over and over
and cling to it -
A stained white feather
That needs to fly
Guilt doesn't exist really
only in your own mind
Your feelings and your heart
The others are not feeling guilt
only pain, but it will pass
Get from one side to the other
such a small distance now
and then let it go
A change of mind,
Wanting it back
Are your feet cold?
Time to get off the one-track
and finish what was started
Because I know
What happens at the end
And I want that for you too


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008