Just another Truman Show

I hear the stories

I see the news

Not much has changed

It gives everyone the blues

Why bother talking

When no one listens

The only ones rising are those that glisten

Sparkle like diamonds

Shine in the light

But when you look inside

Death is the sight

Forgetting how to be human

Only thinking for the material

Loosing all sense of what is a miracle

Maybe they have never witnessed

Gods hand in their life

Maybe they have never noticed the true strife

I look up in amazement

Knowing it will all be ok

And that God is not far away

Grateful for open eyes

And beyond the illusion

Praying that each day more will come out of the delusion

Relaxing and letting go

After all, it is just like the Truman Show

Published by kmwilkerson

I am single mother of a 15 year old special needs son. I turned away from the corporate world that was supporting us to be home more with my son and manage my own physical illnesses that crept up on us. Two years ago I decided to take up writing (which was something I loved doing as the younger me) and I just published my first book, with many more in the making. I strive to leave a legacy for my son that could assist in his unknown future once I am gone.

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