You can’t resist your truth.
By and by, it will overtake you,
make you see
the countless ways
you have been wrong.
But it will hold you
in such tenderness
that you will understand
you’ve always been approved of,
always loved.

No one else can resist your truth.
Though they may try
with edicts, ultimatums,
though they may think,
since you are dear to them,
that you should hear,
In the end they will admit your truth —
That, or you will lose each other.

Like a pupa, like a harvest,
truth ripens within us.
We may not know it when it’s small
but it will grow
until the day it bursts forth,
insistent,
and the protective stories
will split apart,
no longer relevant.
And truth’s form will be surprising,
elegant,
It will stretch out in perfect grace
and claim your day.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2014