I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.
The truth is a dangerous thing, especially to those who have been warned never to speak.
The truth leaves you alone. Abandoned. With only truth as your companion. Left for dead on a sidewalk.
The lie, on the other hand, smoulders in embers stoked by the infinite jest. The joke is on you. What good did telling the truth do for you? Disrupted your entire life when you just couldn’t live with such seminal shame from the oblique obloquies piling up in droves, threatening your very survival. That is the absolute truth.
And yet your life as others have told it is only and always the lie. A lie no one even owns. A lie that has had a dangerous life of its own.
The lie gave the liar everything they asked for. The truth destroyed everything you worked your whole life for, obliterated all the things you’d had to overcome.
The sinister shadow re-invented as billowing storm. Soulless winds of evil swirl, released by those who could not only do what had been carried out, but stamp out any hope in the remains.
The truth was weaker than the lie. She could not get over that. All the liars were rewarded, every step of the way, while telling the truth had only given her more to overcome. And no one ever wanted to hear about that.
The facts cannot be un-lived. The dark deceit can never be erased. No matter what is said in its place.
censure or blame aimed at a person especially by numerous persons
to discredit, disgrace, or bad repute resulting from public blame, abuse, or denunciation
All you can ask is why? What made the liars lie? What did they gain by her demise?
What does it mean to live in truth? Putting it negatively is easy enough: it means not lying, not hiding, and not dissimulating.
The truth no one wanted to hear. The truth, twisted like the rope around the tree, unraveling the lie, over time.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.