Half prayer or some sort of confession
There are stories we try to bury
You can’t disguise the truth, lies always leave scars
Secrets don’t have ground to take root, always walking the edge of what cannot be spoken
You will find peace in the storm by surrendering your control
There is always light to pursue; pursue the light, it longs for you.
The truth should not be taboo.
Collage by Heather Polk, “What is Taboo? 2.6.2026”, 2026, torn magazine pages on watercolor paper, 8 in x 8 in
