This will be the third and final poem on a theme with a friend (for the time being). The theme this time is “Seeming opposites brought together”. This poem takes some liberty with that in calling “truth” and “love” opposites, though I base the idea off the fact that so many people do (incorrectly) consider them such. I will post a link to my friend’s poem here when it is published.
How can I explain this to you?
If I only knew a method of teaching
That would cause you no pain
In learning the lesson you hate.
Is there no easy discipline?
But then I see it is like the struggle
Between two foes to submission:
It is rebellion that causes anguish.
And thus put down, the rebellious
Would cry out against the injustice
Of the victors in their strength
And their unmerciful constancy.
The adage owns that truth hurts;
The truer it is, the sharper the sting.
How fit that the highest truth should
Call us to take up our cross and die!