Unnecessary but Inevitable Truth

I am the sharp bark of the tree that skins your knee.

I am the sand in your eyes the grit on your teeth, the thorn in your stride.

The unnecessary but inevitable truth.

I am your reflection, not softened with kindness or clouded by consideration.

A reflection full force of the sun. You will squint  and turn away, for I have cast your shadow.

Turn now to face sun’s source, your shadows now behind you.