Your head is stubborner
than concrete walls,
impermeable like clay,
nothing passes through.

Body strapped tight
while you lay unconscious,
a chisel firmly gripped
in my hands,

gently, I etch
the truth
around your skull,
this is the last resort.

Comes dawn
loud yawn,
live your day
just like the one before,

others read every word clearly,
yet you cannot see the truth
without the insight
to look through a mirror.


Prompt for 11th January 2018: Carve

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