Creeping vines of self-righteousness seek to find hold
Whitewashed versions of truth, nothing but a blindfold
Quarrels of man hurt before reaching the heart of the matter
Pain, a necessary evil if dialogue is meant to be more than mindless chatter
Visible scars cast a sheen on egos that scramble for fool’s gold
If by chance, one is willing to pay the price to be paroled
Understanding voids the masquerade of souls once willing to be sold
Rotten and narrow, those old beliefs fall away with unimportant smatter
Still, creeping vines of self-righteousness seek to find hold
Always a work in progress, communication must be bold
A willingness to be vulnerable to release the stranglehold
Suffering to see it through wrings all regret, bruised and tattered
Allows a connection that opposing views can not scatter
The process, long and arduous, brings blessings untold
Cut those creeping vines that seek to find hold
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prompts: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 153, Two Sylvia’s Press, #MSPoetry
Writing and Reflections 
To me the speaker in the poem is searching for authenticity. Having to deal with cheaters and liars, so many fake people she’s trying to work through and around that but working through it is worth it and a blessing in the end. Lovely poem 🙂
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Thank you! I think it applies to many situations. You have to stay true to yourself.
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