Tonya Says…

Another poem from my journal. 

August 1981 I had just graduated high school that year.
What is the truth?
Where can it be found?
Will it come to me
on the strong winds?
Will I find it
at the top of the highest mountain?
Or, will it simply fall from a tree…
as does a colored leaf in autumn?
Maybe I should stop looking
And just wait for the truth to seek me out.

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