poetry by j matthew waters

the truth is like water

there is a path not as well worn
as it ought to be
having gradually become overgrown
by nature herself
camouflaging a once prevalent truth

having stumbled upon it
sickle in hand & spirit in thought
you’re drawn toward the babble of the stream
where the truth continues to slip
through the fingers of most

december two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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