It’s easy to believe in a conspiracy theory. It provides a simple solution to a complex question; makes you feel like you possess secret understanding.
But life is made of shades of gray – nothing in this shady world is ever entirely black or white. Traveling through uncertain terrain takes courage + an unwavering belief there’s truth to be found –
and it’s not always hidden behind layers of dishonesty.
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I want to trace my family’s history,
go back + find out how we got here –
there was a suicide in the ‘70s, a wound
we carry but do not discuss –
secrets hide in the shadows
+ who knows how they affect us.
This birthmark on my back is a mark I carry
from body to body – I die, am reborn
in another time, but my soul remains the same –
forever after the same truth, relentless in pursuit +
snared in masses of mankind + the death-march of progress
toward blood-soaked extinction or utopian dream
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Note: This poem was inspired by a theme in the novel, Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell. It’s a terrific book and I highly recommend it!