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Eroded Truths
Jan 24, 2022
Sat there all day,
waiting for words of wisdom.
Not even a murmur!
Standing in front of me,
Placed on a pedestal,
but what happened to her?
Somewhere in the distant past,
they knew who she was,
and she welcomed them.
Winds of time,
eroding veracity.
I thought she might say something.
No expression,
silence,
maybe that was the meaning.
Lies of omission,
neither confirmed nor
denied.
She stood there for many years,
and like the curse of a Medusa,
frozen in time.
A statue, without conscience,
a figure,
born of many lives.
I sat there all day,
waiting for her to say something,
and I listened.
Patsy Starke 1/24/2022
