Truth

Truth is a cruel grasp in life,
that with every new detail, the grip becomes stronger.

Do you ever do something that is indended to be a good thing,
yet in the end of it all you just feel that maybe it wasn't worth it?

Or that maybe someone could be hiding themselves by being thankful and content,
when really you wonder if that's really what they're nature truly is?

Have you ever thought that maybe it was breaking out,
instead of escaping?

Or maybe freedom,
instead of torture?

Perhaps there's a reason for why people do what they do,
even though it might just look like an accident.

Perhaps she wasn't afraid because she wanted to go back home,
but maybe for the fear of being punished when they found out.

Life has it's twists and turns that can leave a person puzzled, afraid, nervous, or just plain confused.

But truth is one thing that doesn't always need to be found out,
most of the time it's best to just be left alone, no matter how wild it may seem.

Not everyone in this world is how they seem,
no matter how kind, thankful and gracious they may act.

But you may never truly understand how things,
creatures or humans really act, but what can you do?

I found a dog in my backyard today.

I've seen her in our neighbors's yard before.

An older couple lives there.

She's outside a lot.

She's well groomed, well fed, and well taken care of.

I brought her back home.

The woman thanked me.

I told her "You're welcome."

But when I walked back home,

I asked myself, "Was it the right thing to do?"

Because before I left,

I could hear the man of the house inside.

There was yelling.

There was yelping.

When I got back home, I stayed inside.

I didn't feel like I needed to be out.

I don't even want to look outside.

I don't know what was true, or just an act.

I hope I never find out.

Truth is a cruel grasp in life,
that with every new detail, the grip becomes stronger.

And it hurts.