There is no truth
like that which
lies
in the pit of my stomach
or
skulks about
in the center of my heart;
the truth that knows
the story
of my soul,
its beginning
and its end,
its empty spaces
and its crowed places;
for even on the days
when the pit of my stomach
is retching,
and the center of my heart
is locked down,
the truth is still there,
yearning to be
divulged,
exposed,
healed
and revealed;
if only
the truth
knew more
about the
lies that bind.