Wisp.of.Truths

Just an old woman out in the world sharing poetry in a really fantastic way!! Truth doesn’t always arrive as thunder. Sometimes it comes as a wisp— thin as breath, soft as smoke, easy to dismiss until it wraps around your throat. A small knowing. A quiet ache. A flicker in the dark that refuses to go out. The truth was never loud. It was only waiting for the silence to stop protecting the lie.