Truth does not wait

Truth does not wait.
Truth does not soften itself for you.

Truth is the blade that asks nothing,
the tide that does not turn.
It will carve you open,
pulling the breath out of your ribs,
leave you standing in the hollow
where suspected certainty once flourished.

What will you exchange for knowing?
The warmth of comfort, the illusion of stillness?
Will you let it take your name,
your shape, your past,
until nothing remains
but the echo of what you dared to ask?

Step forward.
Let it burn.
Let it hurt.

Let it …

Let it take everything—
and see what’s left standing in the ash.

If you want to know the truth,
you have to be prepared to risk everything