Burden of truth

Covering up for the bitter factual pieces. Not owing up the blunders made. Convinced with a storyline. Making that the published truth. Once, twice, thrice and multiple times over. Now the subconcious accepts it as fact of life. Made for others but almost internalized, imbibed and one with the self. The lies sprinkled with misinformation. The concorted truth. Grey. When the lies we tell ourselves becomes our reality.

A melancholic heaviness lingers. Sorrow burried deep. Desolation which occupies a millionth of the heart and mind. Gloom which is permanent but fleeting in mind space. Cheerlessness which is forever. Misery to accompany through rest of life.

A cocktail of sadness, hope, glee. Tearing up amidst laughter; smiling through moist eyes. A dose of truth, honesty and sincerity – first with oneself. Admission of the same may help ease the pain. Choosing to live with hope, love and forgiveness.