The Cold Hard Truth

By Seth Lewis

I bent to pick up pebbles
To see if I was real
I had to know
If my soul
Remembered how to feel

And then between my fingers
I let them slip away
Encouraged by
The cold hard truth
Of what they didn’t say

“Writing is how I think.” – the writer

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