Creative Writing

When He Told the Truth (A Poem)

I cringed when I heard him admit it

Like black licorice or Hennessy straight up

It made my face react

Eyebrows furrowed, nose flared, lips pursed

I waited for it to pass but it wouldn’t

It stung

A quick piercing of the skin

Barely noticeable

And then it sat low and ached deep

There was no wound

Nothing I could tend

But something bled

Emptying from me


When he told me

When he confessed

When his voice went low and the words hit like tiny needles

I wanted to run away with him

Hey! I wanted to say

Let’s leave this world of mistakes and go!

I’ll forget it. I swear. I’ll forgive it.

If we go where no one knows

Instead, I was still

Tears dried at my chin

Thinking of his sin

Feeling every inch of the betrayal

Certain that the weight of knowing would be too much to drag at my feet

Knowing that knowing was the end of it

Truth insists on its revelation

It slithers up from the earth

Tangled roots starting at the beginning

Revealing detail that had been hidden

Surging through the surface

Truth twists itself in around legs and up the body

Holding at the heart

Pounding in the chest

Moving to the mind

Changing the innocence there

Limiting how the senses perceive

Weakening defenses

Unknowingly, it destroys hope

Only knowing it couldn’t stay buried

I can say this now

After time dulled the agony of that truth

After my fingers resisted the hurt

My toes refused the bondage

My lungs expanded again

And my mind broke free from the haze

I can love truth again

I can be loved again

And love again

Until next time

When I’ve begun to hope

When I am betrayed

And truth comes searing like fire toward me

I will be ready

I'm Mariah. Jesus is my homie. I live in (and was raised in) the south. I am, as often as possible, actively grateful for my family because I understand their life giving power. Really dislike melodramatics. Really love reading and writing so much so that I aspire to be an author. What else?

6 comments on “When He Told the Truth (A Poem)

  1. TWO SNAPS. Mariah, this is good.

  2. Mariah, you’re such an amazing writer! I love it!

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