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Children of the World

Children of the World Walk silently amougst us Carrying the weight of youth Life has a strange way of teaching simple lessons through complicated people, And eventually you start ticking boxes. And if you can tick enough boxes , Well this is where the lessons From the college of knowledge apply. You see Truth is light, or so they say it needs no scaffolding, no rehearsed footsteps, no midnight revisions, it is what it is. But a lie? A lie is chains around your ankles, brick upon borrowed brick, a landfill of unnecessary memory built to survive one more question. And every liar becomes an accountant counting words, counting versions, counting on the hope that no one was truly listening, or believing they were clever enough to rewrite reality. But some of us listen. When you love, you listen. When you care, you listen. When you respect and value, you listen. Some of us were raised not in comfort, not with silver spoons or trust funds waiting but in the school of hard knocks, where liars, cheats and let down was just around the corner. Children of the world. Graduates of broken promises, unfinished stories, heartache, heartbreak, and every letdown imaginable. And it's here where we learn early that intuition is a language. That silence can testify. That the smallest contradiction can crack a polished mask, it's not always what gets said but what gets left out. And if it walks like a duck, if it quacks like a duck well then it must be a fucking duck excuse the blunt expression. No amount of poetry will make it an eagle and a turd remains a turd. The truth has patience. It does not rush. It waits in the silent corners of years, quiet as a mouse, until one day without warning it steps into the room, hungry and impossible to ignore, running across your very feet. Two years later. Five years later. Sometimes after names are forgotten and roads have parted, does this change anything, I don't think it does. Because words once heard in care never truly leave. And suddenly contradiction raises its ugly head, The story changes, You sit scratching your head thinking, Mmmmmm Again. And in that moment, the soul remembers what was said so deliberately. That old instinct, burning down below That unsettled feeling. That whisper once dismissed in favour of benefit and doubt. And you say not with bitterness, but with the calm of someone finally vindicated: I knew it. I fucking knew it. And that saying about the truth will set you free. Well that's depends on the you Because truth only sets the person who was lied to free if lies came first, and you caught out and then decide to tell some version of the the truth. That moment to stand up and speak up in my humble view has come and gone. The only one set free is the one who was deceived, as for the liar from experience I can say even if you chose to forgive, from that moment forward doubt will forever live in bond with this person, It's like a cancer that slowly erodes at your soul , you want to forgive but always thinking what's stopping the next time. Truth comes around at the most unlikely times, but it always finds a door and that is the same door trust calmly walks out of. and another valuable lesson I've learnt you can't buy trust, and Lies bury themselves one sentence at a time. We are creatures of habit. If you tell lies often enough, you become better at deception. But the same is true of truth. Speak honestly enough, and it becomes second nature. Honesty is discipline. Deception is too. One builds trust. The other performs it. And habits reveal character. A person who truly cares does not forget your words, They carry them. Turn them over. Notice when they no longer fit. The ones who ask how your day was and remember the answer tomorrow those are the dangerous ones to lie to. Because they are not collecting conversation, they are listening with care. They are collecting truth. Love is to listen. To listen is to love. Combined, that is a power few understand and even fewer practice. we rather intentionally forget or create a sugar coated version where it's always someone else to blame. I could have carried any truth in relationships, in friendships however painful, however raw. But I would never carry a lie. if someone can lie about small things you can be sure truth will never follow the bigger things. And for that lesson, I am grateful. For the hard roads. For the sharpened instincts. For the ability to spot a duck, And most of all for the strength to walk away. Because today 5 years later, when the curtain finally fell and the performance ended, I looked back at the vows, the declarations, the theatre of sacred promise and performance. and understood: the regret was never mine. I lost nothing except the time I chose to believe but illusion faded and it could have been today where the truth set me free. As for the other person they lost the rarest thing this life can give someone who saw them clearly, gave them the chance to be real, and still loved them as they were. That was the gift. And they traded it for fiction, and For comfort in the moment. For the temporary shelter of a lie. But in the end, truth remained. And with it, freedom. Because no matter how certain I was, there was always that shadow of doubt, had my decision been in haste was my mind playing tricks on me maybe I was paranoid, maybe I was wrong. But today, that doubt is gone, this was is a weight I never realized I carried for the past 5 years And I know this much: just because you are paranoid doesn’t mean they were not out to get you. There is a saying that was taught in my life It says , The wise old owl sat on an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. And we should strive to be like that old bird. And you thought there would be no poetry in this piece !!
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29 April 2026

To feel when unknown weights have been lifted is true freedom.

 

Dedicated to A N B ... The truth has finally set me free .. good luck to the next person.

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