my truth sings

my truth sings.
it is quiet and spirited
like silvery laughter.
it is the sunrise dew
and the spider’s masterpiece,
intricate and subtle.
my truth is a melody.

my truth sings.
it is ardent and dynamic
like the depths of the ocean.
it is the dark of a cave
and the viola’s deep voice,
intense and powerful.
my truth is a roar.

my truth sings.
it is everything and nothing
like one world within a sea of others.
it is a discordant harmony
and a melodic dissonance,
odd and beautiful.
my truth is a mystery.

my truth sings.
it is small and quirky
like the splash of a pebble in a pond.
it is the flute’s smile
and the tapping of a toe,
joyful and buoyant.
my truth is a song.