The other night we were watching the last in a series called Rectify  on Netflix.   It is very good, well-written.  I thought originally it was about the soul and what happens when it’s contained in a box for 20 years on death row, but it was far more complicated, and it really was about not just a search for truth, but how truth is used, distorted, or maybe half told, and its many versions.  It inspired this:

Truth in a Box

A tool, without a manual
A weapon,
Less often a shield,
Maybe as a key
To something before unknown
Maybe a half that shields
The other half for your good
Always there in some form
Possibly hidden
And elusive
Malleable as gold
Complex, and possibly ornamental
Sometimes dark
Pulling in all light
Other times bright
Reflecting light
If so allowed Inside the box
Without windows
But just maybe
There’s a way in…