The truth
It sticks out sharply from the sand
Standing alone, it is appreciated,
World build around it
But…
What is honest?
What is its cost?
What is true?
How do we know what is true is true is true
How do we be bold,
While hiding imperfection
“Life’s but a walking shadow,
A poor player
That struts and frets
his hour upon the stage
And is heard from no more” (1)
Fake and fake and fake,
We are just an immaculate facade
With a dilapidated interior
We are only acting
- Quote from Shakespeare’s Macbeth; Act 5, Scene 5, Lines 23-27
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“Ourself behind ourself concealed — should startle most –” – Emily Dickinson
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very interesting . I would love to read more of this!
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I really like how this poem connects to both the story and to some of our lives too.
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I like your train of thought–though it’s fragmented I can still follow it and make sense of it. I loved its form, too! Very unusual.
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