Tell all the Truth but tell it slant:

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—

-Emily Dickinson

I first heard this poem while drearily listening to podcasts at lunch. While chewing my food, I choose to listen to podcasts rather than the silence that co-worker's bring. My i-pod lay idly in my ear. I'm not really listening to the words; the speaker's voice is just a mechanism to pass time. Then I hear the words, "Tell all the truth but tell it slant" echo into my eardrum. This catches my attention. Perhaps, this poem is the story of my life. I am forever having to angle the truth as to not bring attention to myself, or pretend that everything is okay. Everything IS okay, for the most part. However, take this blog, for example, it only shows the version of the truth that I choose to give you. The happy parts are the only parts I choose to share with the world. You must know. I am a little stressed out right now. Those words hide behind posts about Joyce Carol Oates or silly, little word signs. It doesn't mean that I don't love you. It just means that I am leading you on a maze to the truth.