She always admonished us to tell the truth but she always lied
she lied by commission she lied by omission
she prevaricated wavered obscured distorted
she perjured herself in every possible way.
The lies were her defense they protected her
comforted and secure under her blanket of mendacity
things tended more often than not to go her way
while we were lost hurrying in directions away from truth.
She learned one thing for certain
control loves confusion
but there is no safety in suppression no peace without submission
a vulnerable heart though broken may be strong enough to resist.
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