Swinging Punches Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Closer to the center.
In broad daylight.
Is a reluctant dragging of reality.
Screaming and swinging punches thrown.
Knowing to all witnessing,
Its identity will soon be shown.

Traumatized are the watchers.
Clutching onto their delusions.
Shocked out of their kept beliefs.
Since truth to have heard it to be feared.
They now see unthreatening.
Nor an enemy as truth to them appears.

"Hmmm.
Truth seems more protective than a threat."

-And not a weakness at all do I detect.-

Those who kept truth hidden,
Stand by looking nervous and upset.
No longer can they keep,
Their lies to tell and sell to manifest.
Deceptions to infest them,
Are seen diminishing from an effectiveness.
And outnumbered they become.
To believe a protesting,
With it to begin again could be won.

"I'm not sure I understand what's going on.
Why is truth so combative?
And reluctant to appear? "

-It's the reception of it truth suspects.
It has known so much disrespect.
For many many years.
Lifetimes people have stayed away from it.
And now after being confined,
Truth is prepared to defend its existence.-

"This has got to be an historic event."

-Oh, it is.
Although it will be truth,
With time to take.
To adapt and get comfortable,
With the relevance of it to appreciate.-

"That may be a struggle."

-Anything to value and keep,
Takes time for many to be convinced of it.
Until...
It again is taken for granted.-