The Truth Escapes Me by Juanita Galea
In an age of heroes I am none
I am not on the winner’s side
I cannot differentiate from good or bad
The few times I have, I’ve chosen wrong
Tales of gods and men are fighting off wild beasts
Gods receiving offerings. In exchange, man receives some peace
In a world where you are surrounded by gods, I am none
Longing for someone is a sign of weakness I
took comfort in my desolation
Never longed to once again feel the sun’s bitter kiss
I never belonged to this Earth
It is not where my inner most being was intertwined and made
I am not a hero, I have no land to call my home
The growth of love has never touched my finger tips
Its taste remains foreign to my tongue
Feelings of insecurity do not shatter me
What you call love I have never experienced
I am not the hero of the story, I saved none I
only save myself
“Do you love me?” “No”, I softly say. “Do
you want to die?” “Yes”, I state. Lying is
a sin, and I am no sinner.