Re-Wired

The Truth

I've held an eyeglass to every word,
Saw shadows twist and meanings blur,
Exposing a prism of my fears,
Expecting them to manifest, sprightly and clear.

Through narrow eyes, I searched for signs,
Of fleeting care, of hollow lines.
A whisper here, a silence there,
Proof of a truth, that I felt I couldn't bear.

But was it the truth, or was it me,
Twisting meanings endlessly?
Building walls with fragile stone,
Afraid of discomfort, and being left alone.

I held the ropes with a tightened grip,
I wove the strings so none would slip,
But in control, I lost the way,
Chasing ghosts that led me astray.

And then, one day, I set it free—
The need to know, the urge to see.
Released the weight that bent my mind,
And let the meanings, stay undefined.

The air is light, the world is wide,
I feel no need to run or hide.
For what will be, will simply be,
And I, at last, can just be me.