Monday, April 20, 2009


Sometimes it seems at every turn
I make the wrong decision;
Or so does find my warden mind
With judgment and derision.

So I trade authenticity,
For safety, pretense, lies--
And while I go on living,
The Truth inside me dies.

Ruth Powers, copyright 2009


  1. What a great poem!

    I love to read something deep and thoughtful, especially in rhyme.

    Rhymes make me so happy, I don't know why.

  2. Crabby,

    I myself am drawn to the tension between dark subject matter (like in this poem) and rhyme. Sometimes, I have a hard time NOT rhyming.

    Thanks for reading and commenting.