The Whole Story

Poem

So many facets, and yet there’s no sparkle,
Only dull, darkening sides.
I turn the heavy piece over and over,
Searching for the truth it hides.

But does it exist, an absolute answer?
Or are there only variations?
Of a story, a horror, a failed fairytale,
No heroes, no villains, only humans?

Emotions run high, blinding the eye,
And we turn to the facet we choose.
We gain a mob that believes in our side,
And it’s only perspective we lose.

So, today I will try to clear my mind,
And remember the use of my wrist,
When I hold a stone in the palm of my hand
More is revealed with a twist.

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photograph by Cameron Kirby