A Life of Metaphors - Stormy Thoughts

White Lies

I remember the first time I lied for someone else,
I remember how the rain fell in sheets,
mixed with hail and howling winds,

My mother, clueless and so desperate,
asked why I refused to talk to the boy across the street,
when just a week before we had been best friends,
I swallowed my pride, and smiled at her,
and let loose a lie, to join the storm.

The day we moved away, I rejoiced,
while my sisters cried and said goodbye,
I watched the boy from across the street,
and smiled at him.

Seven years later, I finally felt clean,
I remembered all he had done,
and I hated him for it.

I kept speaking my calm little lies,
each time the topic came up,
never wavering in my dedication,
to never let them know.

When I finally realised I was not alone,
I cried while I held onto my friend,
she had confessed to me how a boy had hurt her,
and in shock, saw me began to sob,
I fumbled with my lies,
tasted the bitter sting on my tongue,
and my friend smiled sadly,
as if to say, "I have seen that look before,
but you cannot avoid it forever."

Why does the world, shout at the top of their lungs,
that everyone should love one another?
And yet, when someone tries to show love,
it is smothered out, and swept under the rug.

I have lived ages since that time,
I have become a storm,
loud and billowing,
crying out that silence helps no one
except the one who deserves to be hurting,

The last time I told a white lie about him,
my sister asked if I had spoken to him since we moved,
I smiled and said I had, hoping that one day,
he would feel regret for his actions,
and come begging for forgiveness.

And I will tell him that I forgive him, 
and that will be the last time I lie for him.