Half-Truths and Lies
A single stone
thrown into the water,
until there are no more stones,
and the water settles
and true colors show themselves
About this poem
Right now, several people I care about are suffering at the hands of half truths, sometimes by people who know better, and sometimes from people who should.
What I want to do is lash out. What I’ve done instead is write this poem. It will have to do, for now.