The Turning Away

When the truth burns bright and stings like peroxide,
There are always some who cannot abide.
They shut their hearts
And close their minds
Neither logic or love they hear;
They are lonely people at the end of dark hallways
Fearing the outside,
For the outside threatens their dilapidated house,
The brave, strong house they built
With their own two hands.
When the truth burns bright and stings like peroxide,
They will not step into healing;
They live like recluses
Sealed away, battered, banged in,
And what they know of out there grows monstrous
As fear looms like a sea of shadows;
They believe in a man who comes to save
Because he is everything they wish him to be,
He becomes every fantasy and confirms every fear.
They shut their hearts
And close their minds
Even the acrid song of burning wood they deny
As the man they hope for burns them alive;
This is the turning away.

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