The shards of truth
shine light,
illuminating the fable,
embellished by time.
Multiple tales
of a self-created fiction,
that forces itself
on the facts, that the
conscious mind
seeks to hide from itself.
A hall of mirrors, protects
the heart’s dishonesty.
The irony of the projection
destroying self-worth,
as the layers grow deeper,
reflected only, by the
white purity of the lie.
shiny pebbles 
The shards of truth shine light… So beautiful. I suppose,since shards of silence is my blog-name, it was inevitable that it should speak to me. Thank you for a lovely poem x
…and thank you for your lovely comment x
š You are welcome.