just suppoe

suppose there was a TRUTH
about your heart
in your heart
that you knew
that you knew
that you knew
that you knew
that you knew...
it was intricately a part of you
black and white
clear as the blue sky
as solid as the dirt under your feet
as sure as the taste of sugar on your tongue....
but nobody believed you.
They thought you were crazy.
Deceived. Troubled. Immature. Flighty. Selfish.
at first you gave in
letting others overpower you was easy
you had no power anyway
and the furnishings of your prison
were actually pleasant ones
tastefully decorated
but they were still a prison
and the only way out,
the key to your freedom
was getting them,
at least some of them, one of them,
to BELIEVE the truth in your heart
that you know
that you know
that you know
that you know
that you know
is TRUE.
and as the time goes on
you become bolder
in your attempt to escape
you are willing to become
a martyr for your belief.
and if no one wants to bear the guilt
on their hands
of burning you at the stake
for your belief
for that Truth in your heart,
...then you are ready
to take matters into your own hands.