Truth

I love waking up hearing the birds outside my window
Enjoying each song of the new day
Stretching and feeling my body move 
As I look in the mirror, I see every crease on my face
The grey in my hair 
Extra curves where there once were none 
Every imperfection that says I have lived a good life 
These are small things
But they are real, they are my truth 

There are times when my truth is clouded
When I turn on the news and watch as the world crumbles
Human beings forgetting to be human
Neighbors staring suspiciously over fences
Questioning others
As they live their truth

My truth is easy, it flows like a mountain stream
It’s like that when you have privilege
For others, for most, their truth is not easy
It is like a gravel road, strewn with big rocks and obstacles to overcome
I would give anything to move those rocks
So that they too could swim in the stream
To feel the easy flow

I remember springs running through the grass
Feeling the coolness between my toes
Picking daisies and singing songs
Wishing for futures yet to come
Do children still do this?
Can they?
In a world where fear permeates the air
Air that used to be fresh and taken in deep breaths
What do they wish for now?

For now, I chase the clouded truths away
Images of all people running through the spring grasses
Laughing and singing
I ask myself, whose big rocks can I remove today?