Truth
From confounded to found.
Daylight sneaks up on you
Inconsolable as the light peeks through
Searing your tears of mist and dew
Toward clarity and life anew
Ridding the pool of sadness prolonged
A hazy vapor until the dawn
Cracked upon the waters and whispered a song
To tell the story of a duckling spawn
Immersed in feeling ugly and flawed
Ontologically trapped in tormentative ponds
Not a truth—for all along, she was a beautiful swan.
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Jacqueline Shea
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