Who can tolerate the need for words?

Our structure grows as we are socialised.
We hear and see and reach for kindly touch
We learn to speak and later to tell lies.

We see clear truths which adults then deny.
We hear the priest shout in the holy church.
Our structure grows as we are socialised.

They question us but must we then reply?
They peer into our souls in constant search
We learn to speak and later we hear lies.

We’re like a dry stone wall when vandalised
Some stones sink down and others  try to clutch
Our structure grows as we are socialised.

What part is it that chooses how we grow?
Is it soul or heart in  troubling lurch?
We learn to speak, we hear and we tell lies.

Who can tolerate their need for words?
Who can bear the need we have for care?
Our inner structure grows  to social ways
We learn to speak and integrate our lies.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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