Every day I need to sweep All the detritus of yesterday So that I might clearly see So that I might easily reach For the truth that hides in plain sight; A truth that’s so beautiful That I fall in love over and over again, A truth that glows so intensely That it burns my eyes deeply, Such an addictive truth That I become a truth addict. Thus I take an abrasive sponge To rigorously rub my skin And to wipe my eyes clean So that I might see clearer Without any thick filters That veil my opened eyes. Every day I search for the purity That will set my self free From the lies I tell to myself From the lies that blind all of us Thus everyday I sweep away The impurities stuck to my skin For within the dirt, the murk, the grim I can’t see that which is pure and noble, Thus, my eyes crystal clear I now can see these neon lights. -Eiravel-
To practice writing poetry I use words from the dictionary, and for this poem the one-word prompt was ‘abrasive’, which was not an easy one to write about. But then I was researching about some facts for a sci-fi story, and that’s when I fell on the term ‘noble gas’, and from there something clicked in me, and this little poem was born.
I want to see more clearly, have a more noble heart, understand how it works, know the whole truth, for only the truth can set free.