Survivors Poetry

Awkward truth

Many kinds of truth;
Certain varieties rejected,
Others spurned outright.

Truth folded in with happiness-
Most popular flavour.
Blends well;
Brings sweet happiness after 30 minutes
Bake in a warm oven.
Loose ends nicely  tied
Satisfactorily.

Enjoyed by all.

Then truth with edge:
Harder to blend; electric equipment necessary.
Warning on packet: hazards present.
Less welcomed; duly noted. 
To be discussed and considered
But, enough for now;
Onto brighter things.
Mustn’t dwell on this.

Then, there’s plain awkward truth.
No packet or instructions.
Openly unwelcome; Naked, alone, spurned.
Stripped of rhyme and reason;
No back-up.
Painful to swallow;
Scratches the throat and upsets the stomach.
No medicine to cure.

Happy flavour preferred.
Duly noted.

Yet naked truth;
Vulnerability birthed.
Like a butterfly crushed in action;
Rare and delicate.
When handled with care;
Becomes a true delicacy.

Priceless,
In fact.

Poem by Anne-Marie