no matter what i am said to have done, i know what i did.
i know throughout my life what was right and what was wrong.
i still know right from wrong.
i won’t enter into any versions of a story…
and have learned that in order at times to override guilty conscience, some can in time choose other facts and weave them to a version of a story which makes them feel less guilt. They can in a way stand in the wrong, and make it feel right.
That sort of equivocation would never be possible for me.
there are too many versions of a lie….but if you tell the truth then you don’t have to remember what you siad to who…easier…and more moral to be honest. there have been times that LONELY is not enough of a description for the stand i have had to take.
but no other stand would be acceptable for me.
NEVER would i feel it acceptable to watch or assist injustice being carried out. and i am now old enough to live with the belief that in time, however it hurts to hold the truth, the TRUTH will be known, and be revealed.
it is like open surgery.
pain that does not numb for a long long time.
That doesn’t mean that i am weakened, BUT the contrary.
i have seen people misrepresented.
heard people disrespected
watched people ignored
and been there…
i won’t be there any more.
offered the olive branches
attempted to draw the line in the sand
appealed to “friends” that were to explain to me what had happened…
no explanation would be available as the untruth had been spoken loudly.
but i sit silently…
it HURTS to hold an untold truth inside.
but my voice won’t be heard yet
so much pain
now less pain