The Truth
Untold
Say what you see
Hear only what is said
There’s no chaos
only
what is
Close your eyes
Don’t say a word — nobody likes
what is
Conscience
is
thoughts
The truth
is
what ease
but never
what is
Don’t say what you see
Hear but
never repeat
There’s chaos
when
spoken
Conscience
is
thoughts
The truth will be
Untold.
I can’t explain it, but there’s always an explanation.
Not everything can be out, said, or see.
Everything is
but
won’t ease
when known.
Conscience is thoughts
The truth is untold.
After a long break, I am back.
Writing helps.
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Semra Laureen Hill Jean
I am a woman with dreams. Whether for hobby, passion, or purpose, I will become a writer you won’t forget. My stories tell your stories and speak with purpose — to captivate your soul.
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