Thorns of Truth

For so long, I allowed my voice to be pruned and thinned,

but I’ve come to learn,
I never blossomed for peony gardens,
where beauty is chosen over truth.

I bloomed as a crown of thorns,
exposing the rot, refusing to look away

catching light on open wounds,
my voice giving shape
to the lie buried beneath the surface.

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

This reads like an empowering statement to me.

You can feel the emotions in this poem....someone standing up for their own "truth"

I liked these lines:

I bloomed as a crown of thorns,
exposing the rot, refusing to look away
catching light on open wounds,

BB73

[Mysilentembrace]

thank you so much for your appreciation :).