Shield of Truth

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By Anthony Cardon

The shields of light Are not blinding to my eyes. It covers my soul like a blanket And comforts me with soft sighs. Yet, as strong as I am with tis, No one knows what's inside, Underneath the shield Is my secret side. In contrast to the heavenly glory That depicts my public nature Is the darkness that weeps And is overtly immature. The side that I kept hidden From my most intimate friends, Is filled with horrors of hell Only thought by fiends. I am not what they say I am, Though they will not believe, The side that hides from them, It my soul shall conceive. That is why I write this poem To let it all out So I can whisper quietly And not have to shout.

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