The truth is out there,
Though obscured by high hopes and
Hidden by clouds of love and lies;
The hiding made easier by trusting eyes.
But, when I hold a tear in my eyes,
The fog clears up; I see what is.
Everything so clear and true when
Viewed through the lens of pain
Moments of healing of another kind-
Those cold fleeting moments,
When true colors flutter into view;
Trembling, with each drop’s fall.