The cost of a lie!

Growing up in a world
where one was better off
being quiet and not heard
than asking questions.
One never really understood
the rights and wrongs,
the truths or lies
for they both had
the same consequences
that you feared as a child.
But one soon learnt
the difference when
you lied to mother,
being dragged to the bathroom
by the scruff of your neck,
head over the bathroom sink
with the soap plunged in the mouth
until that lie was cleaned out
until mother’s rage had subsided.
Such cruel episodes of growing up
when all could have been
resolved by being allowed
the freedom to ask questions,
Oh! The unpleasantries
that ruled early life.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Perhaps the best lesson here is living courageously (speaking up knowing the risks) is the only way to live. We ask and learn and accept the consequences because silence teaches us nothing. Thanks for sharing another great one.