The Value Of Honesty Poem by Elizabeth Russell

As a child
I considered the possibility of happiness
To be so alien to me
As to be non existent

I lived in a world
Based on domination, humiliation and deprivation
At a young age I had
Already taken sanctuary in a world
Within the confines of my mind
Bristling with heroic acts
And fragile moments
Unfortunately
the dichotomy of what was too real
And what was not real enough
Collided

Quietly, almost tenderly
It engulfed me in a darkness
So complete that I wasn’t
To surface again
Until my deepest reality
At last became the truth