Photo by Akil Mazumder on Pexels.com

In the barren soil of deception

love struggles to grow

into more than a wilting

ragweed under the gaze of the sun

but where true love flowers

there is a free-flowing river of truth

that fuels the blossoms

of real life

the fruit that comes from realizing

that honesty in conversation

is better than a garden of plants

that are dying without water

the reward of honesty

is the pain of growing

but the pain of growing

is still better than the pain

of staying the same

in the immature dreams

of constant thirsting…