I stole away to truthfulness

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I Stole Away to Clarity

One night, in secret, I snuck away.

My love told me he rode a high horse
called truth and clarity; I wanted the reigns.

I left my donkey, slow as he was, on the top
of my dresser.
I stole away to find my ride.

After two weeks, I saddled up.
Feet in the stirrups, unweighed down
by substance or distraction, I took off
to find
to find
the colors only visible from a steed sitting so high.

And, I saw-
The tall peaks of purple mountains
The low valleys with nothing but cold

And I didn’t see my love,
his pony surrounded in smoke, lurking in the shadows.
And I didn’t see my mother,
her camel’s hump stored with pills to take her higher.
And I didn’t see my friends,
swerving like drunk drivers and laughing the loudest.

I breathed the air of clarity,
without smoke, without gulps, without burns.
I breathed the air of truthfulness.
it stung my lungs in a different way;
put that whiskey feeling in my belly.

I breathed the air of loneliness, of betterment.
then
I climbed down from my high horse to join
the others on what carried them through the deserts.

I never told anyone what I did. And I never
argued
when they told me that they were riding truth.