Lies

Each lie you told me

Gave me an opportunity to

Drift apart.

A process I call healing,

Which enlightened me the more

Causing the darkness you created

To pave way as each light came.

For those lies were your culture;

Something you rather not live without.

For they didn't come just from your

mouth, but from your body, spirit and soul.

I can no longer be a partaker of it,

For my light has come.

-Nancy Khay