Duality

Often born as a half-bred truth with a loud mouth

It keeps crying out for a diaper change of fresh linen

To clean up its inevitable mess

Lies!

Their ripple effect shadowing out our credibility

Until our truth becomes our lies

And our lies become our lives

 

So there I stood in front of the wide church doors

With my well-crafted illusion

Designed by my darkest secrets of midnight euphoria

Utterly haunted by the threat of sinful exposure

Fear stirs. Panic spreads.

I turn to see the ghosts of my past

Drawing near

Dancing mockingly

Should I be who I was?

Should I be who I am?

Sinner or Saint?

What temptation for deception!

 

I entered. Almost confidently

I will sell myself as a lie

Next time, I’ll tell the truth

 

What a lie!