Little lies

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There was a little fib,
Which turned into a lie.
As time drew on, its vastness grew,
Beneath the cloudless sky.

The gossip started as a way
To feel a little tough,
To have a little power when
Inside was not enough.

The lie grew legs and turned into,
A Chinese whisper sort,
Who cares they thought, whose going to know ?
I’ll never should be caught.

When drinks were had, or over tea
The guesswork now was fact.
The lie forgotten, judgement done,
The victims life was hacked.

In fallout from a small untruth,
More stories bred like rats,
Behind the backs of those who
Trust,
AND THAT they said was that !

Why someone feels they know you more
Than you can know yourself,
Its strange and sad and curious
And impacts on your health.

The perpetrator carries on
with blithely scattered words,
Forgetting that the wind is strong
She carries what is heard.

Like viruses the inky stain
Of wronged and dirty black,
Has seeped into the crevices
There is no going back.

The lie has spread like seed or mould
Grown spores and legs and arms ,
Despite the surface scrubbed and bleached
Despite the bullies charms.

A victim hides their light away
For fear of being seen,
For fear of reasons to be harmed,
By sharpened sticks so mean .

For words they do as much to harm
As stones thrown by a hand.
A stone flies once and you can see,
The place where it will land

A lie will tangle others in,
Like fish caught in a net.
With so much darkness, thrashing blind,
The way clear we forget.

Best swim alone against the tide,
If that’s the safest way.
Feel kinder waters buffer you
To help you on your way.

For truth is vast, an ocean deep,
New treasures float in view;
A million rainbow fish swim past
In line with perfect you.

Hurt people do hurt people.
Let their words grow wings and fly.
Keep strong in gusts of icy words
And never speak a lie.

LW

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Published by lizatthebeachhut

Artist and maker, bringer of creativity, positivity and a safe and inspiring environment, enabling makers to develop their creativity and confidence. Overcoming the challenge of disability and challenges to encourage others to grow and develop through art and craft in a safe and nurturing space. Love Art, Love Liz at the Beach Hut XXX

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