by Lisa Mukubvu

Created on: November 20, 2010

Ironic

Be true first and foremost to thine own self,

Listen to thine heart and answer the question, what does it want?

 If truth be told, it wants to be wrapped in a red silk cloth and covered away in a treasure box, never again to be bruised or abused.

Tucked away safely in a little corner far far away from those things that make it hurt or scared,

Should one stop thinking if thinking entails unpleasant truths?

Once one knows one can never unknow.

What I now know will haunt me.

Deep in that little crevice, this snippet stays, and

everytime I weigh up judgements, it crops up and I stifle it again, it suppressed swells and swells until it unsightly grows. Till no longer I can ignore it. And it hits me, like a slap, a cold realisation of a truth. A truth that was there but I didn’t want to see.

I know I know it, but I don’t want to know it. Can I ignore it? Should I ignore it?

Or am I just paranoid and I know nothing at all?

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