Invested In Our Truth
Invested In Our Truth
© Surazeus
2026 01 04
When we get too invested in our truth,
contrived from our one-sided memories
which feature us as heroes of our tales
yet victims of oppressors we despise,
that we get trapped in ever-shifting maze
with fun-house mirrors of distorted truths.
While Hannah hides on bridge of sorrowing,
lamenting fall from grace of liberty
by soaring high angelic wings of hope,
she spies young boy with heart weighed down by pain,
so she hides mute in shadow of his fear
to watch him stand on thin edge of despair.
When boy with twisted wings of bitter angst
climbs narrow rail on bridge of sorrowing,
poised to leap into bottomless abyss,
Hannah vaults from shadow of concern
to retrieve his soul from lake of despair,
saving him though she falls into dark gloom.
Sinking deep into nothingness of fear,
Hannah floats in gleam of timeless light
that beams from wordless eye of the sun god
who always watches her with dreamless mind,
so she designs weird mask she wants to wear
when she performs her social role in faith.
Emerging from collective consciousness,
as Venus born from mother sea of light,
Hannah stands on large radiant scallop shell,
veiled by long swirling curls of golden hair,
and dances gracefully in gentle breeze
blown by Zephyrus and Aura with love.
Waking suddenly from frightening dream
where she runs helpless in maze of locked doors
to escape desire of the Minotaur,
Hannah sits up in bed of tangled rage
and glares at her husband drunk on the couch
who sneers that her children despise her face.
Spooked by disgust twisting his face with hate,
Hannah stuffs backpack with photos and hopes,
then joins thirty monks on their walk for peace
to escape his cage after forty years
since he trapped her heart in marriage of fear,
and cries in moonlight for children estranged.
Hysterical with terror at abuse,
Hannah shouts at ghosts that haunt signless road
till she arrives at bridge of sorrowing
where faceless boy who saved her drowning soul
gives her photo album of memories
that transform into wrens on dead tree limbs.
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Orpheus directs play on Broadway that presents tale of the hopeful college girl trapped in marriage by an abusive husband for forty years till she joins monks on their walk for peace.
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