Perhaps....

Perhaps as I looked for a diversion
An excuse to ignore the truth
Or searched for the right combination
Of words to stir echoes of youth
Perhaps in the apparent absence
And lack of the perfect word
Truth made an appearance
As its painful voice was stirred
Perhaps as I searched for an answer
Within its somber eyes
I saw the ruthless dancer
No mask and no disguise……..
For Truth is never altered
In time it becomes much clearer
I saw it staring at me
As I looked into the mirror
And I stood face to face
With stark reality
Perhaps I can run from anyone
But I can never run from me

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Janet Martin