More from the poetry class. Here’s what I came up with in response to the prompt “truth”:
sometimes truth appears
a fickle thing
eager to serve any
who wield it
two-edged, it bites
every way: coming, going
standing still
truth severs all bonds
frees because it is free
answers to no one, knows
no law but itself
The Daily Compost 
Truth is fickle, yes
Seen anew by every
man woman and child
Heh. Yeah, I’m doing it every time. 😉 Good Morning!
I love it! What a great way to begin my day. Thanks! 🙂
Love this truthfully stated truth…
Thank you. Thanks also for stopping by and leaving a comment. 🙂
A lot to think about in this poem, I like it.
Sometimes the short ones are the most interesting. The pithiness factor, I suppose. I’m glad you liked it! 🙂