What is Truth?

Positioned in the middle of the room you blink in the glare of the spot light.
Out in the darkness you see eyes staring back at you.
Mutely, you sit there, believing that showing weakness brings pain.
Your bones cry out in agony; stress makes muscles tight.
The light causes your head to ache, and your thoughts run free.
You are silent.

A figure steps from the shadows. Coming close, he looks down on you.
Green eyes meet yours, filled with silent words, and he holds out his hand.
Instinctively, you trust, and eagerly you reach for him.
“How are you?” He asks, and you almost keep silent.
But the Truth emanates from him; you cannot live a lie.
Filled with shame, you look away, murmured pain on your lips.

He pulls you gently to your feet, and you feel his tremendous strength.
Meeting his eyes again, you tremble, afraid of the coming censure.
His gaze is both sad and kind, and he touches your face tenderly.
“Be happy,” he whispers to you. “You are not alone in your pain.
“I can help you, if you allow it. I will lend you strength.”
Hesitant, then with mounting joy, you feel a smile kiss your lips.